#me that same day: oh look another Not Happy quote :)

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#562 The Day I lost you...

Now imagine You did indeed...Went into the past and got to interact with General Lilia, Baul, and a small baby malleus...but he was still too full of anger...didn't wanna change, While there was love between you two...he was too wrapped up in his...hate to allow the idea of marriage between you two...so when the opportunity came...you saw best to leave back to earth...He was never the same after that, Everyone felt your loss...but he took it as a wake-up call, He tried to look for you that's why he traveled the world but...As the years passed...he knew no mortal could live so long...Now he is In NRC and saw...the transfer student...It's You...He knows it's you...

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He gasps as if seeing a ghost... and drops the books that he was holding with a clatter, You stand some twenty paces ahead of him, blocking the path, And lets out an audible shudder upon seeing him...The Fae you fell in love even the not-so-good moments before...you left

Yuu*Rattled but holding your chin up*I know what you're going to say, How could I have done this? Stayed away all of this time, And why didn't I come back to you? To our home...

Lilia steps towards You, wide-eyed and speechless, Grim emerges from behind You, Hissing protectively

Yuu: Well, what sign did I have that you could change!? That anyone at that time could?

Yuu: I pleaded so many times to stop the fighting between you all, to find another answer, but did any of you listen?-DID YOU LISTEN TO ME!

Sebek: This is why I will never marry!*Frowns, seeing you flustered and angry at Lilia * This and one other reason...

He continues to close the gap, mesmerized. With every step, You become increasingly flustered, And you back into the wall, with nowhere to go, and He is just a few paces away

Yuu*Tearful but still hissing at him* I know that I left you alone... but I thought you be better off without me, And I was wrong, I see that now*You eyes glance at Malleus & Silver who brought you to see their Adoptive father/ father*but...

He gently reaches a hand toward your face

Yuu: Oh stop being so stoic, Lilia!?- Go on... SHOUT, SCREAM, SAY SOMETHING!

Lilia*Tears up seeing you so close again, with a breathless whisper*You're as beautiful as the day I lost you...

His words snuff your retort, rendering you speechless, and you soften despite, yielding your cheek to his palm. He caresses your skin as a reluctant tear runs through his fingers.

He pulls you into a kiss, You resist briefly, then gives in, Malleus, Silver, Sebek & Grim softly pleased to see you happy once again...

[mvltisstuff]

Could i request for a Conrad fisher X reader where reader has a younger sibling who gives her a hard time and her parents favour her younger sibling more. It's the reader's bday on the same day as belly's and her family doesn't get her anything and they don't bother with an excuse either and say they don't really care abt her so it doesn't matter. So Conrad comforts her later and if u don't mind u could include some smut at the end?

(this is my situation rn lololol but without Conrad to comfort me😭)

matilda - c.f

summary: request

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: i’m so sorry love, sorry this is a few days late but you are so loved and appreciated no matter what, hope this makes you happy today <3

it’s been a recurring theme for most of y/n’s life. the overheard quotes about the older sibling had eventually become a reality. they didn’t even wait for y/n to try and live up to them. instead, they just accepted that their daughter wasn’t as good as the rest of their children.

as upsetting as it is, kids experience it too much. y/n experiences it every day, so when she realized it wasn’t normal, that’s when it started to hurt more every year.

this day was supposed to be different. she was so excited, turning 18 and finally being an adult. free of her parents if she wanted to be. she thought that maybe, just maybe, her parents would think of her for a day, and make it about it. alas, the second she woke up and walked into the kitchen, y/n’s hopes were shut down.

“y/n, can you take y/b/n to practice? i’m going out with sharon today,” her mom said, barely even looking at her.

“uh, i’m leaving in a bit, remember?” she speaks, trying to sound as polite as possible. “the fishers invited me over for today.”

“hon, we get it,” her dad talks next, peering up over his glasses and newspaper of the town. “but, to some point, it’s just another day. just do what your mother asked.”

y/n looks at her little siblings at the table, messing around and receiving no repercussions. she still remembers when that was her. playing with her parents, happier than she ever was again. she loves her siblings to death, but she loves herself, too. y/n deserves more than she’s been given, so she confides. she drives her brother to whatever practice, wishing him luck as he whispers a happy birthday, then jumping out of the car to see his friends.

she’s already dressed up for the party for belly. the fishers had welcomed her with open arms, even having decorations and sweets for her on the table. everyone figured she’d have something going on at home, but oh, they were so wrong. she didn’t receive a single birthday message from the people who gave her life, so did it matter? even if she didn’t believe it, at least the fishers knew she was worth it. she was dressed in one of her best outfits, a simple dress with small flowers printed over. she had small wedges and her hair was done neatly. she felt pretty, she is pretty.

she walked into the house, belly hearing the door open first. she skips toward, engulfing y/n in a huge hug. “y/n!” she squeals. “happy birthday!”

“oh, belly! happy birthday to you, you look so cute!”

“are you kidding? your man’s gonna go wild when he sees you!” she whispers, making y/n blush toward the end.

“belly, stop!” she nudges. “he’s not my man… yet.”

they giggle together before moving back into the kitchen where y/n greets susannah and laurel, along with the rest of the boys. conrad stands up first, in a heartbeat. he walks over, almost lifting y/n off the ground in a hug.

“hey! happy birthday!” he tells her, excitedly as he pulls away. jeremiah comes piling in next, saying his words to the person he considers a sister.

“didn’t y/m/n have anything planned?” susannah asked from the pure kindness in her heart.

“oh,” y/n mutters. “we, uh, we did something yesterday.”

conrad can tell when y/n lies. he can read her like a book at this point. he’s spent so long fanboying over her that he knows what she’s feeling. when she’s sad, excited, pissed, he knows. it pulls at his heart when he can sense the disappointment in her voice. he starts to get more alarmed with every drink she takes throughout the day. she’s not even a big drinker, never really taking an offer. now he’s positive somethings wrong.

if y/n’s parents didn’t care about her, they don’t care if she drinks, right? she’s with her friends, she’s allowed to. plus. it’ll take the edge off of the internal wounds her parents have left her with. her feelings on the whole matter start to disintegrate for a while, until belly’s cake comes out and is handed to her. it’s so nicely done, perfect detail and so much love. they put time into her cake and party, and y/n can’t help the jealousy rising up. she vividly remembers every one of her younger siblings birthdays. all of them having their friends and a party, while y/n was just locked in her room on her birthday. the presents and the cheesy grins from everyone were overwhelming every year. she couldn’t help but think about what it could be like with her real family. maybe they could love her as much as she deserves, but in reality, they won’t. they can, but they chose not to, which hurts even more.

y/n stumbles around on the balcony, around people while carefully savoring every last drop of whatever is in her can. she’s probably had too many, but she doesn’t care. it’s almost like it’s reversed itself now. she watches belly open all of her presents and receive hugs and kisses, and the lump in her throat becomes thicker. she thinks of the alcohol as her enemy now, just bringing back the thoughts in her sober mind.

it’s not until everyone hears the clicking of y/n’s heels on the pavement that they notice her walking away. her hand is swiping away the loose tears and everyone looks at conrad. if there’s anyone y/n wants to see, it’s him. they’ve been in love for so long, it’s almost painful to watch. as she walks away, blurry vision from the alcohol and the tears, she tries to grab another can from the box before a hand stops her.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” conrad says, gently taking it out of her hand and landing it back in the box.

“oh, great. more fuckin’ judgment,” she retorts, making conrad’s face contort.

“hey, what’s going on? you’ve been off all day.”

“i am, perfectly fine,” y/n slurs. conrad places a hand on her shoulder, and takes them to sit on the steps. his arm is wrapped around her, the other one gripping her hand.

“i know you’re not. it’s ok to not be ok,” he looks at her nose scrunch and her cheeks turn red again. “hey, hey, don’t cry, you’re alright.”

“no,” she weeps out, putting her head in her hands. “i’m a mess! i don’t know what to do, i cant make it any better and i’ve been trying for 14 fucking years!”

“hold on,” he keeps his voice low. “what do you mean?”

“my parents don’t give a shit. they haven’t since y/b/n was born and they didn’t even bother about me anymore,” conrad pulls her into his arms, leaning back as her teardrops soak into his shirt. “i didn’t do anything for this, and belly’s being loved unconditionally without having to fight for it. and i feel like a bitch getting upset over it but-“

“absolutely not. don’t say that ever again. you don’t deserve anything they’re giving you. anything they’ve said to you is a fucking lie. i know who you are. you’re the most perfect, beautiful person i’ve ever met, inside and out. you don’t have to prove anything to them, because they don’t deserve your amazingness,” he speaks to her. it’s nothing but the truth, and nothing he would ever hesitate to say. “and i will spend forever trying to prove to you that you’re nothing but beautiful a beautiful person.”

y/n looks up at him, only bursting into more tears as he laughs a bit. “oh, my god, conrad. i love you, so much. i know i’m drunk but i mean it more than anything.” she’s felt nothing like she does now. she’s never had someone accept her so quickly and with so much appreciation. she feels like she can do nothing but cry and just love on him.

“i’m glad,” he begins again. “because i love you, too. no matter what your parents say or do. they don’t define you.”

and in this moment, for the first time in a long time, y/n knows someone loves her. and he’s not just saying it for comfort. she doesn’t need her parents to be loved. if they can’t do that, there will forever be someone out there who loves her just as much. she knows she’s enough, and that’s enough.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, soldier, medic, and spy

↳ warnings: mentions of surgery and alcohol

↳ song: runaround sue—dion

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He’s such a doofus. It takes him at least a month to pick up on it

• The entire time you’re flirting or making moves on him, he’ll jokingly reciprocate it under the impression that you’re just joshing around

• It takes one of the other team members approaching him for the mercenary to realize what was actually going on

• “Son.” Engineer had sighed as he stood in the doorway to Scout’s very messy room, “You do realize they like you?”

• Scout’s very dismissive and red faced about it

• “What? Psh. Stop messing with me, Engie. Don't you have sentries to build or somethin’?”

• The second Engineer leaves, he’s practically tearing up his room in a tirade of emotions

• Overthinks the past few months with you way too much. Practically wears a spot into the floor from all the nervous pacing he does

• In the end, Scout confronts you to ask you out

• Tries to be formal, but we all saw how that turned out with Miss Pauling. Eventually just gives up on trying to be suave— and not succeeding —to blurt out what he’s thinking

• “So, uh, yeah. I’m not so. Er. Good at this sappy stuff, but there’s a Tom Jones museum I think we could go check out. Together.” Scout pauses, accent only getting thicker with worry, “Alone. Y’know?”

• Over the moon when you say yes. All nerves dissipate and are immediately replaced with a cross between a smug and relieved victory

• If you look close enough at his ears, they’re a little pink

𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫

• If he hasn’t known you for long, Soldier will actually just chalk your actions up to being a communist spy

• A very exasperated Demoman had to get Miss Pauling to bring in heavily classified paperwork on you just to prove to him you weren’t a commie

• “Very well maggot! I’ll believe you— for now! Sleep with one eye open!” Soldier had barked, slamming down your file on the dining room table as a tired Pauling watched. You noted that the papers were upside down, and you doubt he even read them. Or that he could read

• He’s very blunt with everything. Words, actions, emotions, etc. Doesn’t understand why other people can’t just do the same. It would make conversation so much easier to him

• So he’s not oblivious to your attention per se. Just very curious, I suppose

• It takes maybe less than two weeks after the Communist Incident, as Demo had dubbed it, for him to corner you

• “Maggot! Do you find me attractive?” He demanded

• You’d been eating breakfast at the time, and almost choked to death on your laughter at the question

• “Short answer, yes.” You gasped through wheezy laughter, the volume only increasing at the frown on Soldiers face. “Follow up question; is that really how you just asked if I had a crush on you?”

• Nods and booms back that he thinks you’re also easy on the eyes. Proposes the idea of doing a training course with you sometime. Breaks out into a crooked grin when you accept

• “Excellent! I expect you up at oh five hundred for the course tomorrow!” He saluted you, which was Soldier equivalent to a bone crushing hug of respect

• You returned it, and missed the way his eyes crinkled with happiness behind the brim of his helmet

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Always so consumed in his work that he probably just ends up finding out from Archemedies

• The birds had always been allowed to rest on your shoulder while he performed risqué experiments on you, acting as a distraction from the feeling of someone sifting around in your guts

• I guess the dove had picked up on one too many looks you’d tossed the ex-doctors way

• To this day, no one can understand how the two of them can communicate, but one thing leads to another and suddenly Medic is looming in your doorframe silently

• “What’s up, doc?” You’d greeted him with a Bug’s Bunny quote and a grin. Medics lips only twitched up slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose

• “A little bird told me zhat someone has a crush, ja?” He barreled right into the topic, leaving no room for you to prepare for the sudden accusation. Medics scrutinizing gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced in the direction of his lab, no doubt silently cursing Archemedies

• “No need to fear, freund.” He unclasped his gloved hands from behind his back and approached you. “I simply am here to offer you a deal.”

• Turns out the deal was a chance talk over cheap beer in his office. Pretty rare, considering how much of his time Medic chose to dedicate to work

• “I’ll take it.” You shook his hand, briefly noting how large it seemed even when compared to you

• “Vunderbar, mein schatz.” Medic smiled gently, leaving you to wonder what he had just said

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• There is no hiding when it comes to this French fuck

• Spy immediately picks up on every glance. Every chance of avoided eye contact and unnecessary clearing of a throat

• Suddenly he seems to be a lot more talkative towards you than normal. Hanging out by your side at gatherings rather than a dark corner with cigarette smoke curling around his head

• Fleeting touches slowly begin to sprinkle themselves in between conversation. A hand on the shoulder here, and a brief touch to the pulse point there

• The first time he did the latter, he noticed how fast your heart was beating and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle

• If he was nicer, Spy would definitely take action and approach your first. In fact, sometimes he almost finds himself wanting to

• But the man knows how people work. If you truly wanted to pursue him, you would come around eventually. No point in making rash decisions. He was a patient man, after all

• A small part of his ego preened at the thought of making you work for it

• And come around you did eventually did

• Finds himself opening the door to his smoking room one late night only to be met with the image of a very frazzled looking you

• You rush out something about a date too fast for his ears to catch. Spy is simply too busy letting his eyes roam over your casual cloathing and slight fidgeting. The crooning of an old French record plays from behind him as he blinks down at you

• “Would you like to come in?” He finally sighs out, opening the door a little wider in the form of an invitation

• By the time you manage to get inside, you notice he already had a wine glass set out for you

[the-offside-rule]

Clement Novalak (Mathiesen) - So Poetic

Requested: yes by DeliF1 on wattpad

Prompts: 7) "She is my other half as the poets would say"

Warnings: you may turn into a Clem girly

Another day, another Screaming Meals podcast. Today, the trio had found themselves with a rather special guest; Y/n Y/l/n, the motorsport journalist found herself on the sofa next to her boyfriend. As Marcus scrolled through questions on Instagram, the four joked around as the camera and microphones recorded their interactions; from the pouring of their wine, to the innapropriate jokes being made and it would be edited accordingly.

"Oh, I've got a good question." Marcus said, looking to the couple across from him. "You said before on the podcast, that you're scared of your girlfriend. In what way are you scared of her?" Marcus asks. "Is she into some-"

"I am going to stop you right there!" Clement interjected, making the room erupt into laughter. "I need more wine." Y/n joked, pouring more Pinot into her glass. "No!" Clem said, lunging forward to grab the bottle. "We talked about this." Y/n laughed. "You're making me sound like an alcoholic!" She managed to get out in between the laughs. "I have never felt like such a third wheel." Marcus said. "Is this how you felt when Lissie was on the podcast?" James nodded. "Now it's just me that has to sort out a girlfriend appearance." He joked. "But back to the question, why are you scared of Y/n?" Marcus asked. Clem sighed. "See, I'm not scared of her. I don't think she's capable of hurting me. I think I'm just scared of her determination." Y/n looked at him confused. "What?" She asked.

"I'll give you an example. For the 24 hours of Le Mans, she had to write up a report for the day it finished up. So she stayed up the whole 24 hours and wrote her report as it happened. And spent the few hours after that correcting bits and bobs. Then!" He paused. "Then she went to a bloody pirates class, like who does that?!" Marcus looked at her, jaw hanging in disbelief. "No way." Y/n nodded. "It's my job. I take it seriously. As Clem said, I'm determined in it and I am dedicated." She smiled. "Well I'm happy you took up journalism and not world domination." The four laughed again. "She could take the place over if she wanted, Jesus."

Marcus leaned in, grinning, "Now Clem, this isn't a fan question but more of a me question but what does Y/n mean to you? I know you've struggled eith women before." Y/n shook her head, laughing quietly. "That's so rude." Clem said to Y/n as she laughed to herself. "No, its- just answer the question!" Clem chuckled, glancing at Y/n with a twinkle in his eyes. "I don't usually get so romantic like this but I suppose she's my other half, as the poets say." Y/n placed her hand on her chest and looked over at him adoringly. "Does she feel the same? She seems very fond of that wine there, mate." Clem laughed and put the wine down. "I don't care if she doesn't feel the same. It's unconditional love, isn't it? You have to love them even if there comes a day they don't love you back." Y/n looked over. "There is no way you just quotes Taylor Swift." The room erupted in laughter, but Clem's gaze never wavered from Y/n. "No, seriously. Y/n completes me in ways I never thought anyone could ever. Like it's crazy how I managed to even wake up in the morning before I met her. Its maddening for me to think about."

Y/n blushed, playfully nudging Clem. "I didn't know he could get this sentimental, my goodness. This is the kind of stuff you'd see in movies." Marcus grinned. "That's true love, right there." Y/n nodded. "He got very sappy." James joked. "This man used to be so fun on nights out and now he's all responsible." Y/n covered her face, laughing whilst Clem tried to defend himself. It just all got too funny to be honest. The conversation flowed effortlessly, mixing personal anecdotes with motorsport banter. As jokes and laughter echoed through the podcast, Marcus and James couldn't help but notice the genuine connection between Clem and Y/n. They felt like they were third wheeling.

Towards the end, Marcus raised his eyebrows. "So, any plans for the future, you two?" Clem exchanged a knowing look with Y/n. "Well, maybe a pit stop at the wedding chapel?" James teased, "Will it be a fast wedding, or will you take it slow?" Clem shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure yet. I assume we'll be stopping off at that wedding chapel I Vegas." Y/n joked. "Oh, can we actually?" Clem asked. "No!" Marcus and James laughed as the concluded up the podcast. "Half your soul? You got awfully poetic, love." Y/n remarked. "He always talks about you like this. Don't mind him." James said, picking up the empty wine glasses. "Oh really?" She asked amusingly as Clem turned more and more red. "What? I love my girlfriend? Is that a crime?" Y/  threw her arms around him and placed a kiss onto his cheek. "You're the sweetest person I have ever met."

"Now look that you've done, guys." Clem said annoyed. "Oh shut up. Let me have a cute boyfriend." He chuckled and hugged her back, kissing her cheek too. "You can have a cute boyfriend

I'll help you look for him." Marcus said. "Oh fuck you, mate!" The three others sat laughing at the annoyed Clement whilst he held his girlfriend in his arms.

[fandomnerd9602]

Submission

Nun!Wanda x Male Reader

For @lifespectator and @aloneodi

To say that you and your bride were enjoying the magnificent freedom that a marriage afforded would be an understatement, perhaps the biggest.

You and Wanda worked in the same convent and fell hard for one another. So much that you and her were singing praises when Father Wong informed you that you could still work at the church and be allowed to pursue a relationship together.

Wong's only rule was that you and Wanda not make out or worse in the house of worship.

You thank the Lord that you and Wanda were sent on little errands outside of the convent and into the nearby town. It allowed for many opportunities to steal kisses and make out with one another in the pale moonlight.

You proposed to Wanda and she gladly accepted. Well more like tackled you to the ground in the garden and kissed you with the kind of passion that Adam and Eve probably had for one another on their wedding night.

Wong was more than happy to officiate your ceremony and allowed the two of you to move into a little cottage not far from convent.

You and Wanda would never say it aloud but you were both glad to be living in a place besides your church, because some of the things you and her have been up to lately would be downright sinful.

Many Sundays where you found each other stealing little glances as you went about your job taking care of the children in Sunday school. The way Wanda would tease you with just a wave of her fingers, how you'd find yourself wishing what she would do you with those bewitching fingers.

Of course you found your own little ways to tempt and tease your wife back. Little looks or even the way you'd show how good a parent you could be, it all drove her over the edge. It made her want to drag you back to your cottage and take her already.

And so that brings you to right now. Wanda had been the one doing all the teasing all day. Even her wordplay was getting very tempting as she was making dinner with you.

"Do you want breasts or thighs, detka?" she asks with a little smirk.

"I-um...thighs?" you tried to articulate.

Wanda couldn't help but smile. She knew exactly what buttons to push on you. The same buttons she was pushing after supper too.

You were working on a report for Wong when Wanda glided into your little study room, a little mischievous smirk on her lips.

"I found the best book in the Scriptures for us to read together" she says.

"Which one?"

She sat on your lap, her shorts rising up ever so slightly, exposing that silk like texture of her legs. How soft it felt over you. "Song of Songs. I can't help but think of how that relates to us."

"That's a book of a married couples...wedding night" you could feel the heat rising all over you.

"Oh how her breasts are like two fawns...her neck is like an ivory tower" Wanda reads a quote from it aloud. One of her hands glides over her own neck and then over one of her clothed breast. "Don't you think, detka?"

"Remind me to talk with Wong tomorrow" you manage to say

"Hmm? why?"

"Because I'm going to need confession after what i'm going to do to you" you whisper back as you pick her up, her legs wrap around your waist as you kiss her fiercely and carry her away quickly to your bedroom.

Wanda giggles the whole way there. "Detka" she moans in your ear.

Wanda (L/N) former nun, your loving bride, the future mother of your kids, and the biggest temptation you have in your life.

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Crazy, Stupid, Love

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When Dean has to work at a café to learn infos on a hunt, he thinks it's the worst. Until he meets her. At first, she's only kind of an annoying coworker. But an unfortunate event brings them closer, and Dean starts feeling things for her. If it's love, he doesn't know. But for the first time, he starts wondering how it would feel to have a normal life. A normal job. And a normal relationship. But first, he needs to get her revenge against that shitty boss.

Note: this happens in the begining of season one

Word Count: 9k

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Content Warning: Toxic work place, rude customer, humiliation, bullying, swearing

Squares: Humiliation for @hurtcomfort-bingo,/ Revenge for @jacklesversebingo

A/n: I'm gonna be honest, at first, I didn't want to post this fic. When I saw the attention the last few fics I took so much time to write got, it made me sad... But then I remembered how much fun I had with this one, so decided to post it in case someone else has the same fun reading it. ALSO! This was for @eevvvaa writing challenge! I picked the movie Crazy Stupid Love but actually used the quotes! They will be in bold in the text. Happy reading!

Usually, this situation would have upset him. After all, he was stuck here 8 hours per day, 5 days per week and always finished too late to go to the nearest bar afterwards. It also wasn’t the best first real job to have, as it was lame, boring, and always the same thing. But working at a café also had its advantages.

Like the beautiful barista that he had the chance to see on his first day. She was leaving, as she was only working mornings, and he was working evenings, but Dean couldn’t detach his eyes from her. Beautiful body, hair immaculate even after 8 hours of wearing a net, skin tanned to perfection.

“Oh great, another one.”

That wasn’t the girl he was talking about. No, the girl that just spoke was Y/n. At first glance, she looked like the manager. With the most seniority in here, she knew how things were done and how to do them quickly. But she was no boss. To make her agree to be his trainer and show him the basics, the real boss had to insist a lot. He didn’t know all the details, though, but she ended up accepting.

It was for a hunt. Otherwise, Dean would never be here. Sam said there was something weird in the neighborhood, and that the best way to discover what was going on was to talk with the community. And the best place to have conversations with people that didn’t want to talk with the police was of course at the local café. All the rumors and crispy details of the town were floating in there. The reason why it wasn’t Sam doing the whole barista thing was as simple as upsetting.

“Dean, you have all the charm. People- ladies- will open up to you like blooming flowers in the spring.”

Ugh.

Back to the present, Dean ignored Y/n’s comment and tilted his head to the side, still eyeing the morning employee that was leaving. “What do I have to do to get on the morning shift?” 

A groan of annoyance resonated behind him. His smile fell. He was stuck with her for a while, as they were both working evening shifts.

Alone together.

-

There were 60 seconds in one minute. And 60 minutes in one hour. A shift lasted 8 hours here. That was way too many seconds to spend doing nothing but wait to leave.

All that was in his head was the hot chick he kept seeing since he started working here. After only bumping into her these past 2 weeks, Dean finally decided to ask her on a date. And since he was Dean Winchester, no one could tell him no. And the same day, after his shift, he would meet her in front of the pizza place that was two blocks away.

And he couldn’t stop looking at the clock, head in his hand, hoping that staring at it would make the time go faster.

“I asked for a hot caramel latte with almond milk and no foam, what the hell is this?!”

It was near the end. In 15 minutes, the shop would be closed and then it was cleaning time. Weeping the floor, throwing away the remaining food that was not sold, washing the dishes, etc. That was always his favorite part, because even if Y/n was a pain in the ass as his supervisor, she was chill and allowed him to choose the radio station while they cleaned and he could leave once his part was done.

At first, the voice didn’t alert him, and Dean kept on making himself busy with cleaning tables that didn’t need it. But then, something broke, the sound heavy of meaning, and he was on alert. Every fiber of his body was on and he turned to the source of the sound.

Right at the counter, there was a man with his back to him. Without seeing his face, Dean knew he was angry. Pissed, even. At his feet, a broken cup, porcelain in pieces covered the floor soaked in coffee. Two steps allowed Dean to know what the man was looking at, and when he saw her…

He immediately rushed without thinking.

“I’m gonna ask you to leave, sir,” Dean put his hand on the customer’s shoulder, which made him jump. The man turned to him and aggressively stepped back. 

“Don’t touch me,” the man hissed. “You’re working here, huh?” He looked up and down at Dean, noticing the apron of the café he was wearing. “Must be the manager here. Well, your employee here is worthless, you should be careful who you hire, for fuck sake!”

At that, Dean couldn’t help but wince. That was unnecessary rude to say. He glanced at Y/n again and felt his heartbeat with pain. Her head was down, probably to hide tears. That was probably not the first time she had to serve asshole customers, but it was the first time Dean noticed it. Working in customer service was not easy at all, you had to be strong to endure all of that everyday.

He only knew Y/n for about two weeks, but he already knew a lot about her. She was calm. Kind. She cared about doing her job right. Yeah, she was a bit bossy and used every opportunity to send subtle little insults towards Dean just enough to annoy him, like how he couldn’t even do a coffee, in this economy? But it was never mean and he liked that side of her that didn’t let people step on her toes. But right now, in front of that man? She was small. She wanted to hide. It wasn’t the Y/n he knew.

“I’m not the boss,” Dean answered finally, placing his gaze back on the man. “But we’re closed, so I’m gonna ask you to leave.”

The rude customer was the last one in the café, so it wasn’t like he was breaking any rules. And he was Dean Winchester. He made the rules.

Red seemed to eat at the man’s face so much he was angry. “Not before I get what I fucking paid for!” He started yelling. Dean didn’t mind being screamed at, he was used to it with his dad, how sad it sounded. But when the man turned to Y/n to yell at her, Dean couldn’t hold himself back. “You useless cunt!”

“I said, out!” Dean grabbed the customer by the neck and quickly sent him backwards. His legs met the table right behind him, but it wasn’t enough to make him understand. The man lunged forward in an attempt to hit Dean, but he didn’t know.

Dean was waiting for it.

The fist missed, and the man stumbled into the void and collapsed on the floor like a clown. 

“This isn’t over,” the man growled and got up. Sure he would strike again, Dean was ready to fight. But this time, the fist didn’t miss. The pain came later, a few seconds after the hunter realized he got hit in the face. Fortunately for his ego, Dean managed to stay on his feet and not fall pathetically on the floor. 

He reached for the wound.

It was right near his left eye, it would bruise for sure.

With deadly flames in his green eyes, he looked at his target.

“Oh, you’re dead.” 

The rest happened quickly.

Dean decided he wouldn’t hold back anymore. As his head throbbed with ache and anger, he was about to hit with everything he got. But at the last moment, something interrupted him. A body, warm, soft, encircling his own, stopped him from moving.

“Please stop…”

Her voice woke him up completely. Shaking, she put herself between the two men to stop the fight even if she was scared.

The man took the opportunity to run away, the bell chiming behind him as the door closed violently.

A long silence followed the departure of the aggressive customer. A couple of seconds passed, then minutes, before she realized there was no silence actually. Things were happening around her, words were spoken, and the only person besides her was running around locking doors and closing blinds, cursing every word he could think of at the moment.

Her hearing was nothing but a shrill sound, almost painful, like she was deaf. It took another minute and him calling her name for her to come back to the present.

"You okay? He didn't hurt you?" Dean was kneeling in front of her. She finally noticed she was sitting down on a chair. Shaking her head, she tapped her hands in her face to finish waking herself up from her slumber.

"You're hurt and you ask me if I'm okay?" She stood up as she spoke, Dean doing the same. Then she seemed to disappear in the backstore to come back with a bag of frozen vegetables they used for the soup. "Sit down," she instructed. 

Dean would have been impressed by her capacity to focus after such an event, especially with how she was a couple of seconds ago, but he knew better. She wouldn't meet his gaze, her head was down, and when he glanced at her hands, it was to see them shake.

"Y/n-" 

"Oh, come on, sit down, your masculinity won't suffer too much, I just want to check," she rolled her eyes and almost pushed him to the chair. Dean let himself be moved around with a smirk. That was the Y/n he knew. "There, it's not that bad, huh?" 

"It's no big deal," he tried to convince her, after all, as a hunter, he got hurt more than once before and healed perfectly fine. But when he saw her, he understood. And he let himself be checked by her only for her. To reassure her it was nothing, it was fine, it would bruise into a black eye and nothing else.

"Okay, it's not that bad," she sighed in relief as she said that.

"Told you," Dean snickered with a smile. "Ouch!"

The frozen bag was now on his bruise and Y/n was turning her back to him. His first instinct was to ask her if she was okay, check on her, after all, she seemed pretty shaken up, but he knew she needed time, that was all.

"We should call the police," Dean ended up saying. Usually, he would never propose that, but the customer was human. A monster in some sort, but completely human, so the police could take care of it.

"No!" She turned harshly towards Dean, surprising him.

"Why not?" 

Pacing back and forth, Y/n seemed to get lost in her thoughts. "It's not necessary, I doubt the customer will come back, and it would put the cafe in a bad spot, we would lose customers and…"

Again, Dean knew. Y/n was a good employee, she loved doing her job right, but she hated the place, hated the menu and the disgusting coffee served here, and hated the management. But they were the ones giving her her salary at the end of the month, so she couldn't disappoint them.

"I can deal with the boss," Dean said, standing up, the bag still on his eye.

In front of him, Y/n sadly shook her head. "It won't be necessary." She pointed at one corner of the cafe. Then another. "There's cameras around, and he loves to watch. Loves to tell us everything we do wrong. He probably already knows it happened. We'll see tomorrow, I guess," she sighed. Then, like a thought crossed through her head, she lifted her head completely and crossed gaze with Dean. "Your date! You're gonna be late!"

Dean wanted to laugh. So badly. Of course, he talked to her about it. Kristina, their coworker from the morning shift and Dean's date, was waiting for him. But after what happened, it completely got out of his head. Smiling, he shook his head and placed the bag of defrosting vegetables on the table beside him.

"I'll call her, say something came up. She'll understand."

Y/n cringed, biting her lips and frowning. "I don't think she cares enough to understand. But you're cute and sexy so maybe she'll forgive your ass."

Immediately after saying those words, Y/n became a puddle of embarrassment. Her body flushed with the realization of what she just admitted.

"Really?" Dean would not let that go. "You think I'm the perfect combination of sexy and cute ?"

"Shut up," she murmured between her teeth, grabbing the nearest thing, the cloth he was using to clean the tables, to throw it at him. "Get out of here your shift is over."

"Yeah," Dean surprised himself by what he said next. "But I won't let you walk back home alone. Consider me your cute and sexy bodyguard," he laughed at her reaction, but it was nothing compared to the sound leaving his mouth when he received another cloth on the head. "Hey, this one was wet"

"Oops!" 

-

The next day started pretty badly. After a complicated night with barely any sleep and lots of nightmares, Y/n got up early to get ready. Even if her shift started at 3pm, she knew the phone would ring and the ruthless voice of her boss would order her to come in to talk.

About what happened.

It was not even noon when it happened. She was at her third coffee, so she had energy even if she felt dead inside. Since she was already dressed, all she had to do was grab her stuff and head to the cafe. Like usual, she had to walk since she didn't have enough savings to buy a car.

The weather was quite nice, compared to how gloomy she was feeling. It was warm and sunny outside. Y/n barely made a step out, locking her door, that a loud engine startled her. The sun was reflecting strongly on the hood, blinding her as she walked with caution towards it, and for a moment she thought maybe it was the customer that found her and came to finish what he started. Fortunately she recognized the car quickly, as it was the same car that drove her home last night.

A 67 chevy impala.

It was even more beautiful than when she saw it yesterday.

The drive to the cafe was quiet, apart from the chichats. How are you? Do you feel better? So, did he call you too? Usually, Y/n would have commented on something random just to annoy Dean, but when he turned his head towards her at a red light to ask her a question, she saw the bruise around his eyes, reminding her of the night before and how everything was her fault. If only she hadn't messed up the order…

Once parked in front of the cafe, Dean stopped the engine to turn to Y/n. "Hey," he said in a calm and steady voice. "Whatever happens there, it was neither our fault."

"I appreciate it, Dean, but it was. I was in charge, even though I told the boss more than once that I didn't want to be, so what happens on my shift is my fault." Without leaving him time to answer, she opened the door and left the car to enter the cafe.

The moment she stepped inside, a loud silence echoed around her. Every employee stopped chatting to stare at her, the customers mimicking their actions, wondering what was so much more interesting than getting their order right and fast. 

Y/n hated that. The attention. The eyes on her. The silence. Her body started shaking, both with anger and humiliation, the tears almost painful to hold back. But then, as she was about to step towards the boss' office, a warmth settled on her shoulder, stopping the tremors at once. And a voice she was starting to grow fond of whispered near her ear.

"Ignore them. They don't matter right now."

With Dean, she felt safe. Strong. Like she could do everything and never feel afraid anymore. That was until they were sitting in the office in front of the boss.

“Y/n, I am wildly disappointed with you. What you did was beyond unprofessional, and I can’t believe I have to do this. You’re suspended.”

It was nothing less than what she expected from her boss. Since working there, she had done everything to stay in his good graces, sometimes doing other people's jobs to compensate. Everything to keep the restaurant clean and to continue serving fresh food every day. It wasn't Kristina who would write down expiration dates on perishable products, or place the new arrival of breads behind the ones already there to prevent the oldest ones from remaining at the bottom of the shelf, covered in mold. If this place passed the health inspection every year, it was thanks to Y/n’s efforts, efforts that no one had ever noticed or considered.

It was probably better that way.

Head bowed, Y/n took a harsh breath and opened her mouth to apologize and admit her boss was right. However, the words could not come out of her mouth fast enough, because someone else was already speaking.

“This is bullshit,” Dean exclaimed. A quick glance in his direction, and Y/n could see his hands forming fists on his thighs. “Y/n did everything perfectly, it’s not her fault if customers don’t respect anything, not even themselves!”

“Dean, I think you're new here,” the boss replied with a calmness that didn't mean anything good. Y/n tried to draw Dean's attention to her to signal him to shut up, that it was nothing, that she could survive a week suspended, but the young man paid her no mind. And one look at his face showed her the same anger she had seen in him the previous evening, when he had decided to defend himself against the customer. “I watched the surveillance cameras carefully. Your reactions with this client, although undoubtedly intended to be heroic, were completely unacceptable. The next time you make a mistake, you will suffer the same fate as Y/n. For now, take your day, see you on Monday, Dean.”

"That's all?!" This time, Dean stood up as he spoke. “Y/n gets suspended, and I only get a warning and a day off? What the f-”

“Thank you,” Y/n quickly cut him off, grabbing his arm firmly to silence him. Strangely, like the day before, her intervention seemed to calm Dean down very quickly. “See you next week.”

As she was about to leave, her hand still holding Dean's wrist to drag him out of the office, a voice called out to her.

"Two weeks. See you in two weeks.”

It took a lot of control for her to say nothing. The inside of her cheek hurt from how hard she bit it, dragging Dean out of the office and then out of the restaurant. It was only once outside, far from prying ears and vulture eyes, that she was finally able to breathe.

“FUCKING BULLSHIT! FUCK YOU!” Suddenly came out of her mouth. If Dean still had any anger at that moment, it suddenly vanished when he heard so many curses coming out with so much anger from the usually calm Y/n. “Oh. It feels better."

Having never seen her like this, it took several seconds for Dean to compose himself. Large green eyes were fixed on her, wide, shocked, even, until a good hit on the arm woke him up completely. "Ouch!" He rubbed his arm as if it hurt even though her fist had barely tickled him.

“What the fuck was that, seriously?! Talk to the boss like that? You’re born stupid or you’re just too dumb to think, fuck, Dean!”

Still as surprised and shocked, Dean didn't respond immediately. Y/n was angry. More, even. Beyond pissed. Which was completely normal under the circumstances, except Y/n wasn't normally angry. She could get upset, complain about the system, the management, the customers, or how she was the only one doing all the little things that made the café special and comfortable, but she was never angry.

“I couldn’t let him talk to you that way, I just couldn’t,” Dean explained calmly. It was quite rare for him to be the calm one in a heated argument. But in this case, he knew he had to keep his own rage to himself, she didn't need more anger. She needed to speak, to expel this emotion out of her like a demon that needed to be exorcized.

“Well, that was fucking stupid,” she pointed at him, her gaze meeting his. This surprised him again. Y/n was shy, although she was a good leader, and he noticed she had trouble looking people in the eye for several seconds. She always ended up looking away, and he knew it wasn't because she was dishonest, but rather that she was afraid of the judgment in the eyes of others. So that she was yelling at him while staring right at him… That surprised Dean again and made him speechless.

For a few seconds, he forgot that he was being told off by a girl for defending her, and lost himself in the contemplation of her magnificent orbs. Since he had known her, he had never really seen them, or bothered to look at them.

And her eyes were beautiful, even filled with anger.

Probably noticing the eye contact was getting considerably long, Y/n finally broke the almost trance-like effect to gaze elsewhere.

“Have you had it long?”

She was still not looking at him. "What?"

“The uncontrollable need to save the damsel in distress.” The corner of her lips lifted up in a smirk.

“I-” He couldn’t tell her that this was actually his life. Saving the woman and the orphan, killing the monsters, it was so ingrained in his life that it was part of him.

“Come on,” she muttered, still not meeting his gaze, gesturing to him to follow her.

"Come on… Where?" It was the longest conversation he'd had with her, and it was only because she was angry, he remembered. He was here for a hunt, he had to learn more about the people of the town. Concentration and focus were required, but yet... This side of Y/n, her confidence, how she wasn't afraid to yell at him like that, when she was normally so gentle...

He liked that side of her. Not that he disliked the rest, it was just-

“I think you have tonight off, and I, well, the next two weeks.” Starting to walk towards the impala, she then stopped and turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder at him. “I’m going to help you rediscover your manhood. Do you have any idea where you could have lost it?”

A big smile stretched Dean's lips. This was the Y/n he knew. “Probably over there,” he pointed to the horizon. “Near the pizzeria. You hungry?”

-

The pizza was the most delicious thing that had passed Y/n's lips in a long time. Very greasy and dripping with cheese, the junk food was simply good after such a catastrophic day. And sharing this moment with his colleague, accomplice, even, and perhaps friend- if he wanted to- was the icing on the cake.

Her heart always beat a beat and a half faster when he was near her. And although she tried not to like him, not to get attached to what was clearly a bad boy who preferred girls like Kristina, who just hung out with her because he had free time… She simply couldn't deny it anymore. What her heart desired was starting to win over what reason screamed at her.

Don't fall in love.

And yet, as that evening at the pizzeria after her suspension turned into an almost daily routine, her heart prevailed. The crush she immediately had for the young man with emerald eyes and cheeks covered in a milky way of little freckles was slowly transforming into something deeper.

A week had passed since her suspension, it was Saturday again, and as usual, Y/n and Dean found themselves at the pizzeria. The owner himself now came to take their order, even though he already knew what the two wanted since they always ordered the same thing. Everything was going exactly as usual, Dean recounting his day at work, how slowly everything was going downhill without her.

“I worked with a new guy, and son of a bitch, I’ve never seen someone take their time so much. It’s like he did it on purpose,” Dean sipped his drink. Y/n’s gaze followed the movement of the Adam’s apple rising and falling as he swallowed. She was barely concentrating on what he was saying. “We had two complaints that the sandwich bread had mold, but the person in the kitchen didn't get in trouble for it. It’s like the boss knows that no matter the wait time, the quality of the food, or the attitude of the employees, the cafe will always make money since it’s the only one in town,” Dean let out a little laugh which only spread the butterflies in Y/n’s stomach. “Let me tell you that over the past week, some regulars have stopped coming. Oh, and many have asked where you’ve been.”

“It’s not surprising,” she finally answered after a few seconds of silence where only the chewing of Dean devouring his pizza could be heard. On the table, near the windows, the dessert was already there, two slices of pie that the owner had reserved for them knowing they were coming. Her gaze fell on the dessert as she spoke although she really wanted to look him in the eyes. Admiring the perfect color of his orbs, admiring how everything was perfect about him. It was so difficult. “What’s surprising is that the health inspection hasn’t closed this place yet.”

These words hung in the air for a moment, accompanied by silence. Finally glancing over at Dean, she found that he had stopped eating mid-bite, staring blankly at her. It was almost as if Y/n could see the gears moving in his mind.

“Yet.” That was all he said next, taking the time to finish his bite before continuing. "I have an idea."

“I could figure that much,” she laughed as she took her drink, anything to occupy her hands and look normal in his presence. Luckily he couldn't hear her heart thumping against her ribcage.

“We're going to avenge you,” he pointed ahead, at her, and that was enough for her eyes to move from his finger to his eyes. She managed to hold his gaze for several long seconds which seemed to her like hours of torture. "You'll see."

"See what? Oh, how cute,” a voice broke the bubble Y/n and Dean were in. She hadn't heard that voice in a week, and it had been the best thing her suspension had given her, except for all the time she'd spent with Dean since.

“Kristina,” Y/n muttered under her breath, her eyes immediately going to her pizza. A weight seemed to settle on her chest, pressing down hard with its gigantic pressure.

“Hey,” Dean greeted her, and the pressure thumped harder against her heart. “How you doing, Kristina?”

His tone was kind. Friendly. Sweet. Just like he was with Y/n. But with a bonus, he was flirty.

Obviously.

She was not special.

“Oh, I'm doing well, much better,” she laughed. “Especially since Y/n isn’t at the café anymore. No one is ordering us around anymore, right, Dean?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n could see movement. Raising her head just enough to have her in her sight without looking directly at her, she could see her hand on Dean's shoulder. Besides, she wasn't alone. Two other girls from the cafe were standing with her. Without looking at them, Y/n knew. She felt their gaze on her, burning, like vultures around prey.

“I actually liked working with Y/n,” Dean replied as calmly as ever. His words created a spark of hope in Y/n who this time looked directly at Dean. “It’s not as fun without her,” he continued.

“Oh,” Kristina laughed, and her two henchmen followed suit. “I know you want to stay in her good graces by saying all this,” she leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, but made no effort to lower her voice. “But you don’t need to. I think she's going to get fired. The customer came back to file a complaint against her.”

"What?" Dean leaned back slightly to get a better look at Kristina. Now he had his face so close to hers that only one movement was necessary to kiss her. And he had a perfect view into her cleavage. “But…” He turned his head towards the girl sitting in front of him, obviously not understanding why she was being fired and not him.

“You don’t have to lick her boots anymore,” Kristina put a hand on her hip. “I know she’s in love with you, but at this point, it’s pity, right? Spending time with her… Poor little thing. No friends. No boyfriend. Only feelings for those who don’t love her. Just like last time, always falling for the new guy.”

Her face was burning. Y/n was seething, with anger, with sadness, with humiliation. And the worst, the worst was Dean's expression. His gaze, which he constantly fixed on her, seeking to meet her gaze, wanting so much for her to grant him one look, was now stuck in emptiness. And a look of pure confusion made him frown.

Dean refused to look at her anymore.

It was too much.

“Ew, friends to friends,” Kristina added, as if the stabs she had already thrown didn’t hurt enough already. “Ew.”

Standing abruptly, Y/n slammed her hands on the table. Head bowed, her hair cascaded in front of her face, trying as best as they could to hide the tears that welled up in her eyes and inevitably rolled down her cheeks. A ton of insults raced through her mind, but they all got stuck in her throat with this lump growing and growing, until finally, the tears flowed.

One.

Two.

One fell silently onto the table. The other, on her plate, right next to the barely eaten slice of pizza.

Before the third tear fell, Y/n was already out of the restaurant and walking as quickly as she could towards her house. The tears continued to flow without her being able to stop them, but she remained silent. If she could control one thing tonight, it would be her voice. No sound would come out of her mouth until she was alone, at home, in her bed. Only there, she would let herself scream all this pain into her pillow.

No one tried to catch her.

-

“Good news,” Sam announced before his brother had even closed the door. “Get this. There was no monster from the beginning. It was actually kids who created the whole thing to attract attention. You don’t have to play barista anymore.”

"Oh." 

Looking up from his laptop, Sam fixed his gaze on Dean. The door closed slowly and he took off his coat just as slowly and placed it on his bed. The motel was shabby, like all the others, and usually, Dean would never place his precious leather coat on those blankets which he called "the most disgusting object the universe has known." He'd cleaned the covers several times to be sure, but the comforter had kept this unnatural color, so he still didn't trust it.

“Dean.”

“I'm going to take a shower,” his brother grumbled as he headed towards the bathroom, completely ignoring what Sam had just said.

“Okay, but-” the door slammed. “Okay.”

Sam waited for Dean to finish his shower for almost an hour. The only reason Dean Winchester would take such a long shower would be the fantastic water pressure, but having used this bathroom for over 3 weeks, Sam knew that really wasn't the case.

Finally, Dean came out.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Sam closed his laptop to put his full attention on his brother. The latter sat at the end of his bed, dressed with fresh clothes, his towel on his shoulder to catch the droplets falling from his hair.

“Have you ever dreamed of a normal life?” Dean answered his question with another question. At this, Sam rolled his eyes.

“I had a normal life before, remember? Before you picked me up to find Dad?”

Dean made a sound that was a mix of a sigh of guilt and a grunt of frustration, probably directed at himself. "I know but…"

“I can't believe it,” Sam stood up at the revelation. “You like working there.”

“Nah,” Dean slapped the air like he was chasing away the stupid idea. “Actually, yeah, but not anymore. Working in customer service is horrible.”

“I feel like there's a but,” Sam went to sit next to his brother on the bed.

“But,” Dean took a deep breath. "There is a girl."

Sam sighed. Obviously it was about a girl. “Have you slept with her yet? Because if you want to stay here for a one night stand, I swear-”

“She’s in love with me.”

Sam turned his whole body towards his brother, his eyes wide. "Oh."

"Oh."

“Do you like her back?”

At this question, Dean's face disappeared under his large hands. “I don’t know,” his voice sounded muffled by his palms.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

"I don't know!" Dean exclaimed, removing his hands at the same time. It was his turn to avoid looking at someone, staring at the void instead. “I don’t know what it is to love. How to love. If it’s love. It was never explained to me, you know, it wasn’t dad who would tell me how to know if I love someone.”

A silence followed his words, but not for long.

“With Jess…” Sam began slowly, as if the words he was about to say were poisonous snakes that could bite him at any moment. “It was simple. I felt good with her. She felt good with me. And together, we were good.”

“Okay,” Dean listened intently, as if the answers he was looking for were on his brother's lips.

“Do you like spending time with her?” He then asked.

Dean didn't even think for a second. "Oh yeah."

“When you're not with her, what do you do? You think about her, right?”

This time, Dean took a moment before answering. “Well, I worked at the cafe, so obviously I was thinking about her, since she wasn’t there but she used to. And then, when I finished work, I would go see her and we would order food or go to the pizzeria.”

“Okay, and then?”

"And then what?" Dean finally looked his brother in the eye. He still had questions, still doubts, confusion, but that was completely normal. A soft, understanding smile stretched Sam's lips.

“What are you thinking about right now?”

“Oh, how I want to punch that shitty boss in the face,” Dean clenched his fist to mimic his words. “I never hit women, but that girl, Kristina, humiliated Y/n terribly earlier. And I reacted too late, she was gone and-”

He stopped speaking suddenly, as if enlightenment had finally reached his mind.

"And?"

“I have to join Y/n, apologize, I-”

“Dean.”

Stopping just as he was getting up and putting his coat back on, the green eyed man turned to his brother.

“If you're in love, I can't tell you, Dean. But I can confirm that you like her. But for tonight, let her breathe, these feelings are new for the both of you.”

At these words, Dean collapsed on the bed. “Oh, you’re probably right. I don't want to rush her, you know, she's so shy, but at the same time, so... Fierce. She's the perfect balance of sweet and spicy. And I let her down.”

To that, Sam didn't know what to answer. He knew that feeling, the one of having abandoned the person you love. That's how he felt ever since he lost Jess.

“I'm sure you'll figure out how to make amends,” Sam placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Actually… I think I already know,” Dean turned his head towards him, green eyes meeting amber ones. Green eyes sparkling with a new resolution, probably very wicked. “And you, my dear brother, will be able to help me.”

-

Turned out, losing another employee during the busiest time of the year was a sufficient reason to terminate a suspension preemptively. And although, clearly, this did not seem to make certain employees happy and even less the boss who hated coming back on his decisions, Y/n was able to return to work after barely a week of forced leave. And also, strangely, the customer’s complaint seemed to have vanished from existence. Or maybe it was another lie that Kristina came up with to hurt Y/n.

And what a surprise when she arrived and saw the place.

It was depressing. Everything was messy and upside down, unopened boxes that needed to be refrigerated were lying around everywhere, and other products that needed to stay at room temperature, like syrups, ended up in the freezer. No rotation had been made, and it was with sadness that she had to note all the food they lost and throw everything away. It took her a long time, long enough for someone she despised to come and tell her how to do her job.

"What are you doing? Customers are waiting! Have you forgotten how to work?”

After making this more than derogatory comment, Kristina returned to her favorite position, the one that required the least effort.

Her heart was heavy. Filled and at the same time, empty. Since the last time with Dean at the pizzeria, she hadn't received any news. No call. No text. No, her heart wasn't big with heaviness, it was broken. Split. And now that she had returned to the café, she learned he no longer worked there.

Good for him, she thought as she put away one last box before heading towards the front of the café to deal with the customers. At least he was out of this hell. It was maybe better that way.

“Sorry for the wait, what can I get you?” The usual words were so ingrained in her that they came out of her mouth as soon as she was behind the cash register, without even looking at the customer.

“I would like you to give me the chance to talk to you,” a familiar voice said in front of her. That voice, low, hoarse, and so perfect. She had started to get used to hearing it almost every day. But this time, it forged yet another crack on her heart.

“Dean,” even saying his name was painful. The pain of a lost friendship and crushed hope. The pain of a humiliated moment, a bad memory where he had sat there in silence while she was being crushed as an inactive witness.

“Y/n. There’s no word to express how sorry I am for-”

An apology, of course, wasn't exactly what she wanted, but it was more than she had expected. He was there, in the flesh, in front of her. So, for once and although it was difficult because looking at him would hurt her even more, Y/n raised her head and stared into his sad gaze. Ready and open to hear what he had to say.

There was a sadness almost identical to her own in his beautiful green eyes. Guilt, regrets, he seemed sincere-

“Dean! I thought you had left the ship,” Kristina suddenly entered Y/n’s bubble, who didn’t waste a moment to move to the side. It wasn't unknown that Y/n didn't like being touched or having someone in her bubble, and Kristina knew it, so she did it on purpose. All the time.

“Excuse me, but I was talking with Y/n,” Dean replied in a neutral voice, almost annoyed, even.

“Oh, sure, you want to feel better about last time, but you don't have to,” Kristina continued, crossing her arms over her large chest.

Dean rolled his eyes and shifted his attention to Y/n. “I’m serious, Y/n. Come with me, I need to talk to you. And they don’t deserve you.”

Y/n's mouth opened, then closed, tears welling up in her eyes at an uncontrollable speed.

“Seriously, Dean, don’t you see how pathe-”

“Kristina, shut the fuck up. You’re bothering us.”

This really didn't please the girl who made an offended sound, threw an unimportant insult, and left without another word.

Once finally alone again, Dean was ready. Ready to tell the beautiful barista in front of him everything that was on his heart, even if he didn't really know exactly what it was himself. He had some in the past, girlfriends, one night stands, crushes on the most beautiful and popular girls in school, but that wasn't the same thing. He felt an attachment to Y/n, a different feeling that he couldn't describe. If it was love, he didn't know. But he knew he didn't want to lose her.

“It's a little too late to come to my defense,” her voice said instead of his. Taken by surprise, Dean's mouth opened then closed, like a fish looking flabbergasted. “Although I really enjoyed seeing someone tell her to fuck off for once,” the shadow of a smile drew on her face for a second, but quickly faded away. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a lot of work-”

“Wait,” Dean found his voice just in time.

“I don’t have time, Dean,” Y/n turned her back on him, giving him one last eye contact above her shoulder. Her eyes were filled with sadness and seeing her like that physically hurt him.

“On the contrary,” Dean insisted, a smile tugging at his lips as he knew the plan was going like clockwork. “You will soon have plenty of time.”

Seeing the obvious confusion spread across her face, Dean jerked his head towards the boss's office. This caught the attention of not only Y/n but also the other employees, because at the same time, voices were heard coming from that direction. Loud voices, displeased, and then the door opened.

“I am very disappointed with the state of this place. It's deplorable. I’m afraid I won't change my mind, the café is going to close.”

“Wait,” the boss looked tiny behind the person who had just spoken. Like the weight of reality was finally falling on his shoulders. Stomping him to the ground like a pest, just how he had always treated his employees. "You can’t, you don’t have the right!"

“I have all the rights, I am a health inspector, and this place is completely unsanitary.”

Witnessing the whole scene in the front row, like she was in the cinema, Y/n was jubilant. Finally. Finally this place was recognized as being good for trash. Finally, the boss got what he deserved. Finally, things seemed to come full circle and it was all over.

The health inspector subsequently introduced himself to the employees. He looked very young for this job, early twenties, probably, long hair parted in the middle of his forehead and hazel eyes, but regardless, he had done his job properly so Y/n didn’t care about the details.

“This place is going to close. But don't worry, you are entitled to unemployment compensation. Time to find something better for you,” the inspector finished his speech with a wink. If Y/n wasn't so excited by the idea of ​​being rid of this miserable job, she would have been sure that the wink was aimed at her personally.

A laugh brought her attention back to Dean who was still in front of her. As the health inspector informed the customers present of the situation and put a note in the door to say the café was permanently closed, Dean was giggling.

“You did this,” Y/n finally understood.

“Told you we would get you revenge. Now, can you please come with me and listen to me? I need to talk to you.”

“After what you did for me, lunch is on me,” Y/n laughed as well, took off her apron which she threw behind her, and left the café without a glance behind her.

-

“Listen. So uhm, how can I say this, so uhm… God, I’m so bad at chick flicks and emotional stuff.”

The two had been sitting at the pizzeria for about an hour and a half pizzas. The same place as usual, with the same order, but this time everything was different. It was not simply out of friendship that they came to share a meal, there was more. Hidden feelings, others clearly visible but which had not yet been addressed, and frustration mixed with regrets.

Dean had been trying for two slices of pizza now to say something, but would immediately turn red the moment he tried to open up emotionally. And Y/n couldn't even blame him, seeing the efforts he made for her, what he did at the cafe, for her, and now he was trying so hard to explain and make it up to her… He could say absolutely nothing and she would be satisfied.

“Take your time,” Y/n mentioned between mouthfuls, leaving all her attention on the young man in front of her who still made her heart beat so quickly. Of course, he had made mistakes, and to forgive him just because he had the best revenge for her was pretty stupid, but oh well. Love makes you stupid, right? “It’s not like someone is waiting for me.”

“It’s just,” Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face. Y/n's gaze stayed on the ring on his finger, a ring she had already noticed before. “Not easy to say this. I mean, not to you, but like, talking about my stuff like this. But there’s one thing I know I have to say, and here it is,” he finally seemed to find his bearings, beautiful green eyes anchoring into hers, his red cheeks creating a nice color contrast. "I'm sorry. Sorry for not saying anything when Kristina was there being a bitch. I guess I was taken up by surprise with what she said, but that’s no excuse.”

“Dean, it’s fine,” Y/n shook her head and closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, she knew exactly what she wanted to say to him. She took a big breath, words and sentences forming quickly in her mind. And it all came out of her mouth as quickly. “I am not ashamed to like you. Not at all. Because you are nice. Pretty. Hella sexy. And I feel comfortable whenever I’m with you. And I like spending time with you, and always wanna spend more. I won’t be ashamed to think all those things about you, because they are true, and they only make you a better person.” Pausing her words, Y/n forced herself to keep her gaze on Dean's again. She noticed that since those words had come out of her mouth, it was easier to hold his gaze. “You don’t have to have the same feelings, I understand. You don’t have to reciprocate or answer my confession, I can already see how bad it is for you to express feelings,” she laughed briefly at his scowling expression. “What I’m trying to say is… Yes. I like you a lot. And if you only like me as a friend, well, I’ll take that. It might hurt, but it would hurt more to not have you around anymore.”

Phew. It was hard to say, but once everything was out, Y/n felt better, lighter even. A heavy weight was finally leaving her heart, but there was still a little left. That was pressing. And tightening with the question… What will his answer be?

Dean took a brief moment to think before answering. Everything had gone silent, neither of them were eating, and both were probably holding their breaths.

“I've only known you for a short time,” Dean finally broke the silence, and the breath left Y/n's lungs which burned as it passed. She could feel the “but” coming. “But…” And there you go. “I really appreciate your company. A lot. I don’t know if it’s the same thing you feel, or if it’s love, but for the first time in a long, long time, I don’t want to leave this town. And I want to continue spending time with you.” Hope was reborn in Y/n, a wave of indescribable emotions suddenly invading her. “I'm going to have to leave, eventually, for work, but... I really want to take a break and try. I don’t know if I can do it, have a normal life, be with you, and just quit my job, so… I can’t promise you anything. I will probably leave eventually, I have so much stuff to do and…”

“You know,” Y/n continued when she saw him struggling with his words, hope now so strong in her body that she was almost vibrating. It wasn't a confession of love, but it was even better. This attachment Dean felt for her was worth even more than any cheesy love confession from the romantic movies or books she loved to delve into. “I no longer really have any ties to this city. No more jobs. If… We realize that things are working between us, and that you need to leave, nothing stops me from coming with you.” Realizing that it was probably too direct since they weren't even together, Y/n quickly adjusted her mind. “But those are just random ifs and thoughts,” she hurriedly took a bite of her pizza, just to make her stop talking.

“Y/n,” raising her head, she looked back at Dean. The latter had a big smile on his face and shook his head, clearly amused by her words. “If I told you what I did for work, you would never believe me. And when you”ll see it with your eyes and will be forced to believe me, you’re going to want to run away from me.”

“You’re a secret agent then?” Y/n hurriedly said, her mouth still full of pizza, her eyes wide. “Wow. Impressive.” She laughed, and Dean nervously laughed with her. If only it was that, it would be so much easier. “It really reminds me of my uncle.”

“Your uncle was a secret agent?” Dean asked, amused by the change of subject and how she was easily taking everything he said to her.

She was really the right one. Maybe she wouldn't run away after all.

“No, actually. When I was young, I often spent time at his house, but my parents stopped visiting him. They said he had lost his mind. But I loved these stories of ghosts and werewolves, he always told me he hunted them, saving people, like a secret agent of the supernatural,” a big smile stretched her lips at this thought, past memories flooding back into her head. It was so long ago, but she kept good memories of her uncle. Expecting the same reaction from Dean, Y/n only met a shocked face, frozen in a position that didn't suit him at all. Eyes wide, mouth parted, his skin white like he actually saw a ghost. She waved her hand in front of his face. “Earth to Dean?”

“Y/n, what’s your last name again?”

Taken aback by the sudden question, she blinked once and then twice. “Uhm, I don’t think I’ve ever told you. It’s Singer, why?”

A long silence answered her questions and her face dropped a little bit. Why did it matter?

“Your uncle… What's his name?”

“Dean, I haven’t seen my uncle in almost 15 years you know-”

“Y/n.”

“Robert. It’s Robert. But I always called him…”

“Bobby.”

It was her turn to have her eyes widen. “Yeah…?”

“I think you and I have more in common than I thought. And you really need to meet my brother,” he immediately stood up and threw two 20 bills on the table. Standing up in turn, confusion filled her entire expression.

“Dean, that’s way too much for two pizzas- Dean?” But she couldn't add more, and the confusion turned into this small, pleasant flame in the middle of her chest when Dean's hand met hers. “Okay, but you’re going to have to explain it to me because I don’t understand anything.”

“You'll understand,” Dean's smile was indescribable because it was so big. But that smile was hiding something else. Secrets that his beautiful lips had surely sealed away for far too long. “Let’s go,” he walked outside, said goodbye to the restaurant owner, and led her to his car. But once inside, he stopped before starting the engine, frozen yet again as another realization hit him.

“What? Something's wrong?”

“You… uhm… might recognize my brother, actually.”

“Why, was he a customer at the café?” Y/n laughed, fastening her seat belt. This whole thing was so sudden, so random, she just wanted to burst laughing. She felt good even if she didn’t quite understand everything that was happening.

“It was the health inspector,” he finally started the car and backed out of the parking lot and onto the road in one smooth, sexy motion.

“Oh. Wait, he’s a health inspector?”

“Not… Really?”

“Dean.”

Silence.

“Dean, did you fake the inspection?”

“Not really?”

“Dean!”

“Please. I’ll explain everything once we arrive. Do you trust me?”

For a second, Dean took his eyes off the road and looked into hers, and she held the gaze for the entire second and saw nothing but honesty. Then, he turned his head and broke eye contact, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see his right hand raised slightly towards her, waiting to be picked up.

“Yeah,” she finally said, gently placing her hand in his. It was warm. Comfortable. And how he squeezed, tenderly but also firmly, showed worry about losing her. “It might be crazy and stupid, but I trust you, Dean Winchester.”

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 14

Who is this talking to Ringo? Press? A boy scruff? Someone who wants their project produced by Apple? He tries George too.

Again, I love the "freak-out" as John calls it. They really could've had so much fun together under different circumstances. (Different being neither of them ever dated John) But John's so sweet saying, "Id like it to be part of her new LP. Our new LP."

I wonder what Robert Fraser thought of the beard.

Why are we playing 20 Flight Rock now, Paul? It's just overlayed over a montage to change "scenes", but I wonder what the real context was.

Billy. What a little ray of sunshine honestly.

"So what should we do that's fun? Besides work?" I feel like every day, John has a little adorable quote, and this is today's. Words to live by.

I don't remember if Get Back includes the "Oh Darling" version where John's answering back between lines in conversation with the lyrics. I sincerely hope so. Peter Jackson was probably like "well I can only include so much homosexuality before people have too many questions."

Ringo, you smooth criminal. I love that he just has this trick he learned as a teenager that the Beatles were all impressed by, back when Ringo was the scary gangster with the car and the beard, and he still does it for them like ten years later. It's so endearing.

Another cute John and Yoko moment: "It's just that screaming all the way." "Poor John." "Yes, it's so terrible." She's teasing him and being sweet to him at the same time. Cuties.

George asks Paul where his Rickenbacker is. "Isn't that one much better?" And Paul makes up some shit about the Hoffner being lighter. You nostalgic little bitch. Poor baby.

John's little guilty look at the camera when he's almost just taken something on film. It's cute. He looks like a naughty kid. But it's kind of a cool moment. It shows just how relaxed and natural he is. He's not performing for or worried about the cameras at all. What we're seeing of him today is just him. You know? Idk I think it's nice.

What's with the little pigeon noises in the middle of a recording, guys? They're so weird smh

Poor Glyn. He's just trying to do his job and he has to deal with fucking Leopold and Leob over here. He gives them some instruction. There's a look between the two of them. And then it's all, "Don't interrupt" "Hey son" "Stahhs when" "Hey" "they're recording. We're bloody Stahhs you know." "Look fuckface. Don't comment." "The cheek." The impenetrable wall of Lennon and McCartney, folks.

"Well, we'll have to do it sitting down. Or we get too excited." It's heartbreaking to me how obvious it is that they're still just having the absolute time of their lives together and that, as John put it, "the minutes are crumbling away."

Literally what the hell is with Dennis smacking Paul's ass (as like a 'good job, your band wants to put your song out as the single' I guess) and nobody reacting? Linda would've been like "ope, time to find a new head of Apple films." (Dave Spinoza on RAM, anyone?) He really does look so proud of himself, though. Happy for you, baby.

Oh, right, that's what Robert thinks. Paul looks like his working class fantasy. (DH Lawrence. Victorian Miner.)

And I'm just going to add this, since Peter Jackson REFUSES. Paul: Can't afford to mess around here, you know. Then

[onlylovingstrangers]

HOW THEY RESPOND TO “Why do you like me?” FT. KUROO & BOKUTO

You're out at girls’ night, and for once nobody’s up for getting trashed. Possibly cause for once, the four of you are simultaneously in happy, stable relationships. Instead of going through the ritual of pre-gaming, bar-hopping, and regretting it all the next morning, you visit the same k-bbq restaurant that you’ve been going to since your college days and gossip over soju and pork belly.

And because for once, the four of you are simultaneously in happy, stable relationships, the topic of your partners comes up. Of course it does; how could it not?

Yukie comes up with the idea. Text your boyfriend one line: “Why do you like me?” and put your phones in the center of the table. Whoever gets a reply first picks up the bill. It’s so cheesy, you all want to die from the middle school relationship-esque cheesiness, but on the flip side you all are equally invested. “This better not be the reason for any break ups,” your roommate Mikan warns.

Why do you like me? 

Kuroo stares at the message for a few seconds, confirms he’s read it right, and throws his head back to laugh goofily. He stops, checks his screen again. The words remain unchanged. Another silly, stupid laugh wrestles its way into the world.

“Anything you want to share with the rest of us?” Kenma remarks placidly. “This is a company dinner, as you know.”

The words go in one ear and out the other. Kuroo thinks. There are so many reasons why he likes, no, loves you. The way you sleep like a Rockette frozen mid step. The way you manage to get rice grains stuck on your cheek every meal. The way you pretend not to be jealous when girls check him out at the gym. The way you get so excited at online shopping sales, even though he tells you every time that you’re only saving a few dollars.

How shall he respond? Which answer would please you the most?

“Ignore him,” Kenma says to the table. “Just go on eating.”

At the restaurant, the anticipation is killing you all. “What the hell is he doing,” Hotaru mutters. “Certainly not saving the world?”

A phone dings. The four of you leap into motion. “It’s yours,” Yukie says, half admiring, half jealous. 

“That took what, like a minute?” Mikan says, laughing.

The girls crowd over your shoulder to read his response.

Tetsurou: Cuz you’re pretty. :)

+

You’re bored. Dangerously bored. As in, the last time you were this bored you cut your own bangs, and let’s just say for the subsequent six or so months going out was physically painful. 

The thing is, it’s way too late to go out but way too early to go to bed. In the past you’ve been able to stave off boredom by binging your favorite series or reading a book, but you’re still waiting for all the episodes of the new season to come out before you get emotionally invested, and your oaf of a boyfriend, lovable as he is, spoiled the ending of the novel you were reading and now you simply can’t move on.

Wait.

“That’s right,” you say out loud. “I have a boyfriend!”

Let’s see, you think. What should you say? What are you curious about?

“Why... do... you... like... me,” Bokuto reads aloud, then clutches his phone to his chest. His heart melts. So does his face.

“Aww,” Hinata melts a little too.

“Bet ya that was from his girlfriend,” Atsumu says, stretching the syllables. “Bokkun, that was from yer girlfriend, right?”

“You’re a genius,” Sakusa remarks drily.

“Hey! Don’t think I can’t understand yer sarcasm!”

“It’s a bonus when you do understand.” “What are you gonna say, Bokuto-senpai?” Hinata asks. 

Oh right, he forgot to reply! Bokuto quickly rearranges himself so that he is looking at the screen once more. Hmm, what should he say? If it were Akaashi, he would recite some fancy-shmancy quote that expressed poignant feelings of love. If it were Tsukishima, he’d be all prickly and say something snarky that still conveyed the depths of his emotion. But he’s not Akaashi or Tsukki, he’s Bokuto. And you aren’t Akaashi’s or Tsukki’s, you’re his.

The thought of you being his — in his bed snoring, in his boxers making breakfast, in his family home joking around with his sisters — positively melts him once more. He can almost grasp the images to come, the pictures that flirt right at the edges of his mind, making him reach: you in a wedding dress coming down the aisle. You holding a baby that has your eyes, his hair. You waiting on the porch swing as he brings out mugs of steaming hot tea and a blanket, watching the sunset.

Your phone pings. It’s been a few minutes. You figure Bokuto’s been typing a whole essay. But instead, just one line of text appears. One line of text that makes your heart flutter anyways.

Koutarou: Let’s get married.

[gaysludge]

My fantasy high jr year thoughts for episode 15

There is no context just what I would have live blogged about

THE WRITTEN TEST??? Crazy I would have died on the spot and the fact that they actually tried is crazy but they did so good for the circumstances 100 hand written words in 5 minutes is insane

Also the shrimp dragon??? I love art department so much it’s so creative and also just such a cool looking model I was dying when’s it came out

Gorgug hitting a nat 20 always makes me happy bc we jsut see more of his artificer barbarian stuff work but the 2 crist back to back Zac always has the best rolls I swear

Zacs stupid little stamp I love him sm

FIGS SPIRIT GUARDIANS WITH THE STURGES WAS SO FUNNY I live Emily so fucking much

The second pass on the math exam is so based I fucking hate math he’s so me

When the worm came out I was stunned holy shit there were so many monsters on field

FIG AGAINST THE WYVERN WAS CRAZY ALMOST 90 points of damage in one turn

Shrimp jump/shrimp party and crab king being turned into literal monsters is so funny

ZAC WITH ANOTHER NAT 20 HIS DICE ARE SO GOOD

THE WORM IS HORRIBLE OH MY GOD

ANOTHER NAT 20 WHAT THE FUCK ZAC

“My kid got a 7… my kid got a 1”Lou and ally talking about their dice in the same tone as the Charlie Brown Halloween quote is so fucking funny

Gavin is the mvp I love him, fantasy high npcs are always so funny

Fig eliminating a full wyvern as well as a bunch of fantasy mosquitoes with little to no effort on her part is insane she’s so cracked

Fabian fighting for his life to just…. Not be held by a monster for a turn is so funny. This shouldn’t be his turn for most rounds as an extremely Dex character lmao

The hangman with 2 nat 20s on an attack on a giant crab is hilarious bc Lou’s rolls have been mid this whole time ahsjdjd

Fig kissing the fucking pentacorn mid battle is the most Emily thing she could choose to do her playstyle is my favorite thing in the entire world

FIGS SPIRIT GAURDIANS COME IN CLUTCH SO MUCH HOLY SHIT

KIPPERLILY THAT FUCKING CUNT HOLY SHIT HELLO??? KILLING BUDDY??? OISIN BEING APART OF IT TOO???? NOOO I WAS ROOTING FOR HIM AND ADINE

the ocher jellies are so cute and so fucking pointless ahsjdjd

Gorgug vs the worm no thoughts just very stressful ahsjdjd

RIZ WITH THE 31 DAMAGE VS THE UMBERHULK WITH 30 HP WAS INSANE LUCK MURPH ROLLS COMING IN CLUTCH WHEN IT MATTERS

butter gummies my beloved

“Come on riz”

The mimic being the strongest monster is so funny bc this was 100% supposed to be a quick kill round 1

Fig carried combat today holy shit even with Emily’s bad rolls she’s taken out half of the enemies that’s insane

GORGUG WIRH ANOTHER FUCKING CRIT WHAT THE FUCK ZACS DICE ARE INSANE TODAY next week he’s gonna be rolling nat ones all day long

“What did you call it….BUTTER. GUMMIES.” I adore ally so much

30 persuasion roll on the butter gummies…. It’s time for love NOW

“You are stupid” as if Gorgug didn’t leave the owl ears and dedicate the whole year to studying for his mcat pls

Gorgugs artificer stuff is so fun I’m so glad Zac took on that class

[lnfours]

call it what you want ⎸ b.b

⌙ summary: you’re in the bridal party for your cousin’s party and bradley’s one of the groomsmen, which means the two of you have to dance together during the reception. little do you know, he’s had a crush on you this entire time.

⌙ warnings: unedited, cursing, fluff, unspoken feelings for each other. a little bit of friends to lovers, idk. 

⌙ wc: 3k

⌙ pairing: bradley bradshaw x fem!reader

masterlist ⎸ listen

                                ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

when your cousin announced that she was engaged, everyone in the family was ecstatic, including you. you knew your cousin and her soon to be husband were perfect for one another. the two of them were high school sweethearts, they’d been together through everything. it was the definition of true love, soulmates even.

you were even more excited when she had asked you to be one of her bridesmaids, not even second guessing as you immediately agreed. you both had been planning this ever since the two of you were little and you were just as excited and happy as she was. she was the most deserving person in your eyes. 

however, on the first day of wedding rehearsals, you didn’t expect to see bradley bradshaw. the two of you had grown up together, parting ways after high school when he went off to join the navy like his dad had done. the navy had done him good, his muscles poking out of the t-shirt he wore. you couldn’t help but take in his mustache, which resembled his father’s in a way. he looked good with it, nonetheless. then again, he could pull off anything. 

his eyes met yours as everyone introduced themselves to the others, smiling as he made his way over to you. you smiled back, arms wrapping around him in a small hug as he greeted you.

“hey! how’ve you been? it’s been a while.” 

you tucked a strand of hair away from your face, “same old, same old. what about you? how’s the navy?”

he shrugged, smirking as he quoted what you had said beforehand, “same old, same old.”

you laughed, “c’mon, that’s it? you get to fly planes!”

“yeah, and almost die,” he shrugged, “no, really, it’s good. what about you? you went to san diego, right?”

you nodded, “yeah, went to school, finished, decided i loved the place and ended up moving over there a while ago.”

“sweet, i’m just outside of the city,” he smiled, “a bit closer to fightertown.”

you laughed, “of course.”

“yeah, i know right? that military housing is something else, let me tell ‘ya.”

you laughed before your cousin and her soon to be husband grabbed everyone’s attention, having both parties line up in front of one another. you hadn’t noticed that bradley had immediately picked the spot that was across from you, hoping he’d be the one you got to dance with during the reception. 

and as if the gods were on his sides, your cousin had called out names and said that whoever you were standing across from was your dance partner and who’d you walk down the isle with before she came down. your nerves relaxed a bit, comfortable with bradley being the one you had to do all the activities with.

as the weeks went on and you had more rehearsals, you and bradley grew closer again. you two weren’t necessarily best friends during high school, but not necessarily acquaintances either. but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was cute. he had always been a little easy on the eyes, him always catching your attention, but you were always too nervous to say something. he had felt the same way, he always thought you were the prettiest girl in school, but thought you were way out of his league.

and finally, the last night of rehearsals came to an end as you walked out, waiting outside the venue for your cousin to take you back home. you both had rode over together beings the both of you were already out getting your nails done for her big day tomorrow. you heard the door close, hoping it was her, but instead you were met with a familiar pair of brown eyes.

“hey, you alright?” he asked, concerned.

“oh, yeah, just waiting for my cousin,” you smiled, “she gave me a ride since we were out already beforehand.”

he nodded towards the parking lot, “did you need a ride? from the sounds of it, she’s gonna be a little while.”

you waved him off, “i don’t want to be a bother.”

he chuckled, “no not at all. really, i’d prefer if you went me over waiting out here for however long.”

you smiled, “are you sure?”

“yeah, c’mon.” he smiled back, offering you his arm and you laughed before linking it with his as he led you to the parking lot. he walked you to the bronco, unlocking it as he opened the passenger door for you. 

“you still have this thing?” you asked, visibly remembering him pulling into the school parking lot in this particular bronco. 

“‘course, took good care of her so she’d last.” he smiled as he closed your door, jogging to the drivers side before hopping in. he shoved the keys in the ignition, starting the car as it hummed. you grabbed your phone from your pocket, quickly typing a text to your cousin as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“where would you like me to drop you off tonight, ma’am?”

you laughed, “it’s a right out of here, i’m not too far.”

he nodded, making a right before he handed you his phone, “you can put whatever you want on.”

you hummed, scrolling through his spotify playlist. you laughed as you clicked on the taylor swift song, “you listen to taylor swift?”

“who doesn’t?” he asked with a grin, defending his music choices. 

you continued as ‘style’ played softly from the speakers, “i’m just shocked, i didn’t think you’d be the type of guy to listen to taylor swift. i mean, i pegged you to be more of a rock, maybe indie, music kind of guy.”

he shrugged, “honestly, i listen to a little bit of everything.”

you nodded, “i can see that.”

you gave him the next direction to your house as you sat in comfortable silence. he had the windows down since it was such a nice night outside, the wind blowing through your hair as you absentmindedly moved your head along to the song. you didn’t notice the way he’d glance over at you and smile, his heart hammering against his ribs.

god, you looked so perfect. you always did, of course, but especially right now. in the passenger seat of his bronco, hair flying everywhere as you hummed to the song quietly. 

he was falling. hard. 

after giving him a few more directions, you ended up in your driveway. you smiled over at him as you unbuckled your seat belt. he worked up the courage to ask you what he’d been thinking about on the drive over.

“so, i was thinking,” he started, “did you want me to pick you up on my way to the venue in the morning? y’know, since we’re partnered together, i figured it would be a little bit easier.”

you smiled, nodding, “i’d love that, actually.”

he smiled back at you, “great. i can pick you up at like 10, if you want?”

you nodded, “yeah, yeah, sure,” you smiled back, “i guess you should probably get my number. just incase… you know?”

he nodded, letting out a soft chuckle hands moving to grab his phone from the cup holder. he handed it to you with the contacts app opened, a new contact screen illuminating your face. he took in your facial features as you typed in your information. 

you handed it back to him, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his fingers brushing up against yours. but you couldn’t hide the way you blushed, tucking a strand of hair away from your face. 

“let me walk you to the door.” he said, turning the car off as he hopped out, jogging over to your door to open it for you. you laughed, heart skipping a beat at how much of a gentleman he was. he walked with you to the front door, hands in his pockets as you fished the keys out of your purse. 

“thanks for driving me.” you smiled, moving more hair from your face. he smiled back at you, this time it was your heart that was hammering against your ribs.

“of course, never have to thank me,” he said, “i’ll, uhm, see you in the morning.”

you nodded, not really wanting to call it a night with him, but knowing it would be for the best so the two of you could get a good night’s rest for tomorrow. you hadn’t even realized what you were doing until it was too late. your lips quickly pressed against his cheek as you blushed. he smiled widely, his heart skipping a beat as he swore he went into cardiac arrest. 

you turned to the door, turning back around as you pushed the door open, “goodnight, bradley.”

“goodnight, y/n.” he smiled, his cheeks a soft shade of pink from you kissing his cheek. you smiled, softly closing the door behind you as you pressed your back against it. you mentally face palmed yourself, not knowing what you were thinking.

but he didn’t seem upset about it, it seemed like he liked it. unless he was just going along with it and he didn’t want to say anything to be nice. 

once you heard his car pull out of the driveway, you shut the outside light off and locked the door. you made your way into the kitchen, grabbing a wine glass from the shelf and opening the bottle of wine from your fridge. you poured yourself a glass, taking it up the stairs with you as you walked to your bedroom. 

after changing into pajamas, you set your phone on the charger, enjoying your glass of wine and opting on finding a stupid movie on netflix. 

you saw your phone light up in the dim lighting, looking over at it with furrowed eyebrows as the text revealed itself after you unlocked it with your face.

8928345557 hey, it’s bradley. just wanted you to have my number incase i text you tomorrow :)

you smiled, quickly saving his contact before typing back a response. 

y/n hey! gotcha saved, don’t worry

you bit down on your lip as you typed out your next message, hesitating before you hit the blue send button.

sorry if i made you uncomfortable tonight. wasn’t really thinking.

read 10:45pm

you sighed, groaning as you locked your phone. you definitely fucked up.

however, your phone buzzed again as it lit up, quickly grabbing your attention.

bradley 🐓 don’t worry about it. it was nice, actually. hell, if giving you rides means i get a kiss on the cheek i might have to start doing it more often 😉

you smiled wide, squealing internally.

y/n might have to take you up on it i’m gonna go get my beauty sleep, lord knows i need it

bradley 🐓 i would have to disagree, but i’m heading to bed also goodnight, y/n. see you in the morning 

y/n goodnight, bradley 

that night, you fell asleep with a smile on your face, heart beating a mile a minute. you had forgotten about the thrill that is bradley bradshaw, how much of a gentleman he always was. 

now you were the one falling. fast. feeling everything, all at once.

in the morning, you were woken up to your alarm blaring through the bedroom. you groaned softly, picking it up off the nightstand and pressing ‘cancel’ button at the bottom of the screen. your eyes squinted as you read the time.

7:30am.

god, who gets married at 10 in the morning on a saturday?

you got out of bed and did your morning routine, brushing your teeth and combing through your hair. you didn’t really bother with doing much to your hair, the stylist your cousin had hired would be styling it to perfection in a few hours, anyway.

you grabbed the pajamas the bridesmaids were given to wear while getting ready, slipping on a pair of slippers and throwing on a jacket as you packed things into a bag. 

your phone buzzed on your bed, lighting up your dimly lit room.

bradley 🐓 hey, when did you want me to pick you up?

you typed back a response, yawning and rubbing your eyes tiredly before hitting the blue send button at the edge of the screen.

y/n i’m ready when you are :)

bradley 🐓 sounds good, i’ll be there in 15 :)

you liked his message, locking your phone before grabbing the bridesmaid dress and heels from inside your closet. you trudged down the steps, laying the dress on the back of the couch and dropping the bag you packed by the front door. you made your way into the kitchen, grabbing a to-go mug from the cabinet as you made a cup of coffee. 

you were convinced that the only way you were going to survive this day was through endless amounts of caffeine. 

as you poured the coffee into the mug, there was a knock on the door. you cursed to yourself as you ran to open the door, smiling when you were met with bradley’s tired smile.

good thing you wouldn’t be the only one who was depending on caffeine to survive for the next 14 hours.

“morning,” you smiled, opening the door wider so he could step inside, “want some coffee?”

“god, please,” he sighed, “i’m sorry, i know laura is your cousin and all, but who gets married at 10 in the morning on a saturday?”

you laughed, “i asked myself the same thing this morning.”

he chuckled as you grabbed another metal mug from the cabinet, pouring the steaming hot liquid into the mug. you watched the way his curls loosely hung over his forehead, his facial expressions soft as he focused on not making a mess all over your kitchen counter. 

once the both of you were settled, you made your way to the bronco parked in your driveway. he opened the door for you, as he always does, and eventually got in on his side of the car. the car ride consisted of a little bit of small talk about the events today and singing along to the playlist you had put together for the two of you specifically for car rides. 

you made it to the wedding venue, both of you going in different directions so you could get ready with your designated parties. he smiled, “i’ll see you out there.”

you smiled back at him, “see you out there.”

you walked towards the door where the bridal party was getting ready, your cousin grinning as she watched you from the doorway, “so, you and bradley, huh?”

you rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head, “don’t worry about me, it’s your big day. you’re literally getting married in a couple hours.”

she shrugged, “anything to get my mind off of how nervous i am.”

you smiled, pulling her into a hug, “you’re gonna do just fine. i’ll be right there by your side.”

the next two hours were spent getting ready and taking pictures with both parties, the bride and the groom doing their first look. you smiled as your eyes met bradley’s, heart skipping a beat at how handsome he looked in his suit for the ceremony. 

and soon, everyone was walking down the isle. the first two pairs had already walked down the isle, you and bradley standing as your arms were linked together.

“nervous?” he asked.

you let out a chuckle, “a bit, and this isn’t even my own wedding.”

he laughed, “you’re not the only one, trust me.”

you sent him a small smile, the doors opening as the two of you started your descent down the isle. you smiled to your family, bradley walking you to the bride’s side of the alter before joining the other men on the groom’s side. soon, it was the bride’s turn to walk down the isle. everyone stood as your uncle and laura made their way down the isle, wiping away a small tear from the corner of your eye.

she deserved the best of the best.

after the ceremony, everyone made their way to the reception. everyone was introduced, you and bradley walking through the doors together when the dj announced your names. you laughed as he motioned towards you, everyone in your family cheering for you. 

everyone was on the dance floor between eating the courses provided, cake, and sharing drinks and talking with other guests. you were talking with your family before you felt someone walk up behind you, causing you to turn around and smile as you met the familiar pair of brown eyes.

“sorry to interrupt,” bradley said, “but can i steal y/n away for a moment?”

your mom smiled, nodding towards you, “go on. i’ll be here when you get back.”

you smiled, leaving your phone and purse with her, “i’ll be back.”

she was still smiling, “go dance with the cute boy, please. i’ll be here.”

you shook your head, smiling back at her as you turned to bradley. he offered his hand to you, the two of you joining the other couples on the dance floor. you both danced slowly to the music, your head falling onto bradley’s chest as he held you close. 

you felt safe, at home. you hadn’t known him your whole life, and it wasn’t like the two of you had any previous relationship, but you felt like you knew everything about him. you felt like he was your person, and he felt like you were his.

everything was just… right.

“hey,” he grinned down at you, “i’ve got something to ask you.”

you looked up and he brushed a piece of hair from your forehead, “what’s up?”

“i was wondering if, uhm,” he cleared his throat, “you’d maybe wanna get dinner sometime? maybe see a movie? or i could cook at my place, i make a killer lasagna.”

you giggled, nodding your head, “good thing i like lasagna. i’ll provide the wine.”

he smiled back at you, “so, is that a yes?”

“definitely a yes.” you smiled, your nose pressing against his. he let out a soft giggle, pulling you back into his chest before kissing the top of your hair.

bradley bradshaw was your person.

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"By The Way, I Think I Love You."

Julian Loki x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone you haven't seen in awhile."

My Dearest,

Amongst the billions of people in this world we might one day simply walk past our soulmates and never even know that was them in the first place; with the only interaction being nothing but a simple glance in their direction.

We might spend every single day of our lives with them. Happy, ecstatic, and thrilled because you know that you’ve found the one. We might never get the chance to meet them at all. Always left wondering and waiting for someone that might never even come in the first place. We might be distant friends that are left simply wondering what if.

And maybe -just maybe- we might meet them soon.

Yours Truly

---

“Julian Loke?” You say incredulously as you spot him, a teasing grin on your lips, “the Julian Loke? To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Loki scoffs, “we just saw each other six months ago and now you’re acting as if I’m a celebrity or something.”

“Yeah, and all you said to me was hi in a passing glace,” you tease, “so I thought that I should take a more… appreciative approach. Besides, you are basically a celebrity after winning that gold medal there around your neck. Do you plan on showing off to everyone that you’re the prodigy that everyone’s talking about?”

“You say that as if this isn’t your third gold medal.” Loki rolls his eyes in an attempt to get you to ignore the burning hot feeling of his face, “and besides, not everyone is talking about me. Plenty of people talk about you too.”

Your eyes twinkle with amusement the same way that Loki remembers that they used to and it makes his heart race. The last time the two of you had a genuine conversation had been back when the two of you had decided to go your separate ways.

Loki had been the one to initiate the separation and what could you do but accept his departure? You very well couldn’t force him to continue to skate with him despite how disappointed you had been. And it wasn’t as if your friendship had been based solely around figure skating but Loki imagines that it couldn’t have been very easy for you to keep on seeing him so he made the decision to slowly disappear from your life. It was… hard.

Everytime after that had been nothing but the exchanging of pleasantries.

After years of brief conversations Loki’s glad to see that you’re still the same bright eyed girl that he remembers. Happy to see that the fame hadn’t altered the warm ice loving idiot that Loki had once been Loki’s best friend.

Loki clears his throat, “you skated well.”

“You did too.” You replied, smiling softly.

“You watched me?”

“Of course! I always watch your performances when I can. Gotta make sure I don’t miss out on any mistake you make.”

Loki rolls his eyes, “of course you do,” but smiles fondly, “you never did miss the chance to point out when I mess up.”

“Well someone’s gotta keep you humble, Speed King.”

Loki blushes, “oh gosh. Please don’t call me that.”

“What? I thought it was a cool nickname~” You smile brightly, “I’d love a nickname like the speed king.”

“The only nickname you’d get would be slave driver.” Another voice says, as a salmon haired boy pops up behind you, wrapping his arm around you comfortably. You lean into his touch ever so slightly rather than flinching away the way you usually do when someone wraps their arm around you.

Loki immediately recognizes the salmon haired man as your figure skating partner. If not for the fact that he’d watched the two of you skate together than from the way you stand beside him.

It reminds Loki a little of how you and he used to act around one another. There’s a certain comfortable ease that you and the salmon haired boy seem to have that comes with spending hours upon hours with one another.

“I’m not a slave driver! You’re the one that insists on skating as long as I do with your horrible stamina.” You exclaim, smiling as you look at the salmon haired boy.

“Says the one that’s always encouraging me to skate the routine faster or add in another trick that won’t even make it into the final routine.” The salmon haired boy turns to look at Loki, “oh, wow! You’re Julian Loki! I hope this one wasn’t bothering you too much. She’s a total figure skating junkie.”

“I’m familiar.” Loki says.

“Julian and I are childhood friends.” You explained.

Loki cuts in, “and I was her first figure skating partner.” Truthfully, Loki isn’t quite sure why he even spoke up in the first place and is absolutely clueless about what he says next, “I was there for all her firsts.”

You roll your eyes and smile fondly, “ah yes, being the first to see me fall flat on my face hundreds of times when I first started skating. Very exciting.”

“Well I for one would have loved to have seen you fall flat on your face hundreds of times,” the salmon haired boy says, his eyes never once leaving your form.

You nudge him playfully, “as if you don’t already see me fall on my face all the time during practice.”

“That’s because you keep trying to do moves that you haven’t practiced.”

“Well, everyone needs to start somewhere.”

“Not in the middle of practicing a routine.”

Loki clears his throat, “you’re still changing things up on the fly, I see.”

You pout, “hey! I only try to change things up during personal practice and it’s not like I do it all the time. I just get bored of doing the same thing all the time.”

The salmon haired boy turns to look at Loki with an expression that says ‘look at this silly girl’. Loki can only muster up a polite smile in response, his stomach burning.

“Oh, Julian. Is your mother here?” You ask, “I’d love to say hi. It’s been so long since I last saw here.”

“Oh, she’s already gone home after watching me skate. My dad had a headache so the two of them went home instead of watching the doubles. I’m sure she watched you skate on the television though.” Loki clears his throat, “you could come with us to dinner though. I’m sure they’d love to have you come with us. Your parents are invited too if they want to come.”

You smile, “yeah, I think they’d love that. Oh, do you want to go see them now? I’m sure they’d love to greet you. They’re always going on and on about how they miss you and watching the two of us skate together.”

“Oh, that sounds great.” Loki smiles softly.

You turn to look at the salmon haired boy, “you okay to head back without me?”

“Yeah,” he warily looks between you and Loki before nodding, “I’ll be okay. Will you?”

“Of course I’ll be okay.” You give the salmon haired boy a reassuring smile, “Julian will be with me anyways so if anything happens I can push him towards the danger.”

“Wow.” Loki pokes your cheek, “I’m really feeling the love over here.”

You roll your eyes before grabbing onto Loki’s hand like you used to do when the two of you were young, “come on. Let’s go before my parents leave. You know how much they hate to linger.”

---

“Dinner was nice.” Loki says, breaking the silence as he walks you home.

“It was very pleasant,” you smile, “just like old times.”

“Just like old times.” Loki repeated.

You nod.

The two of you had attended many dinners together with both yours and his parents coming together to treat the two of you after a long fought competition much like the one you had done today. Of course, the main difference is that the two of you no longer skate together but the feelings still feel the same.

What is different though has to be you.

Sure you’re the same playful girl that Loki grew up with but you’re simultaneously so different. So much prettier.

He’d never admitted it when the two of you were young but he had always thought you were pretty. He even went as far as calling you ugly one day which sent you into a flurry of tears and you refused to skate with him again until he promised to buy you shaved ice for a week. Now though, Loki doubts he could ever call you anything but pretty and even that seems like an understatement.

Who’d have thought that you’d turn into such a looker when you grew up.

His childhood best friend was now the girl that made his heart race and flutter. The one that made his heart skip a beat. The…

“Congratulations.” Loki says suddenly.

“Hm?”

Loki’s face heats up from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, “congratulation on winning gold.”

You laugh softly, “congratulations to you too.”

“Yeah. Who’d have thought that after such a rough beginning for the two of us that we’d end up as gold medalists in one of the biggest skating competitions of the year.”

“I did, of course.”

Loki laughs, “liar!”

“No! I’ve always believed in the two of us. I just thought that we’d…” you trail off.

“That we’d do it together?”

“Yeah.”

“Well it all turned out for the best,” Loki clears his throat in an attempt to get rid of that uncomfortable feeling in his chest, “I don’t have to worry about you not being fast enough and you’ve… found someone that matches you well when you skate.”

You nod, smiling a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“You and Sabito are rather different.” You say softly.

“Different?” Loki asks, though more through politeness rather than curiosity, “how so?”

“You love the praise that comes with being brilliant while you’re on the ice,” you explain, “while Sabito loves the expression of himself that he leaves while on the ice. Both admirable reasons for being on the ice - well, as admirable as one can be when it comes to a sport like skating.”

“And which are you?”

“Which am I?”

“That is what I asked, yes.”

“Hm,” you place a hand on your chin before smiling, “why don’t you tell me? Considering what I told you.”

Loki sighs, rolling his eyes for what feels like the hundredth time. It’s a strangely familiar feeling that brings a fondness' to Loki’s chest, “you love the very ice itself.”

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

Loki chuckles, feeling a genuine smile form on his face. He’d forgotten how introspective you could be and in turn how introspective you made him.

“Hey,” you pout cutely as you turn to look at Loki, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing. I promise.”

“Liar.”

“And how do you know I’m lying, huh?”

“Please. As if I wouldn’t. I was your skating partner for years. I’ve picked up on all your little habits and quirks. You have that same look on your face whenever that you would get when I would ask you to slow down.”

Loki laughs again, “and what kind of a look is that?”

“It’s that one where your eyebrows narrow ever so slightly,” you move your eyebrows as you attempt to replicate the expression for him, “and your eyes say ‘are you serious?’”

Loki ignores the pathetic skip of his heart, “I’m surprised you paid that much attention to me back when we skated together.”

“I’d be an awfully lousy partner if I didn’t notice small things like that.”

Ah, yes. That’s why he had never been all to cut out for partner skating. Not only did his best moves come from a speed that no one else could keep up with but because of his inability to notice mundane details like you. He doubts that he would have had any success in partner figure skating if he hadn’t been paired with you. Not that the two of you ever had much success apart from a bronze in the younger amature leagues.

He bets that the two of you would have done well eventually as you aged. Not only did you increase your speed in skating but Loki had gotten better at adapting to other people. It makes his heart ache as he wonders about what might’ve happened if he hadn’t decided to abandon you.

But this is for the best.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself as he thinks about the respective medals the two of you had won. Both rising up to claim the gold in your respective categories as young prodigies that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

Loki needed a chance to spread his wings and you needed someone like Sabito (Loki begrudgingly admits) that could understand you intuitively. That could help elevate you to another level on the ice rather than someone like him.

“Sabito always makes fun of me,” you say, smiling fondly as you look ahead into the distance, “says that I can read people like a book on the ice but can’t read a social situation to save my life.”

Loki rubs your head affectionately, “he’s not wrong. You are pretty dense.”

“Hey!” You duck lower to escape Loki’s grasp, “I’m not dense!”

Loki laughs, “according to who?”

“Ah, well um… okay maybe no one has said that I’m not dense but it’s not as if people go around talking about how…” you pause for a moment as you attempt to figure out what to say next, “how not dense other people are?”

“And how many people have called you dense?”

You blush, “that’s not important!”

“I’d beg to differ.”

You roll your eyes, moving to flick his forehead like you used to always do when the two of you were young after he’d say something to annoy you.

He lets you.

Momentarily allowing himself to bask in the familiarity it brings him. Allowing himself to pretend, if just for a moment, that everything was the same as it had been before. That the medals around your necks are the ones you won together. That you’re still just kids with big dreams instead of young adults with the pressure of the world on your backs.

He gives you a pout and an over exaggerated wince in pain.

You roll your eyes before leaning in to kiss his forehead.

He blushes brightly in response.

Luckily, you don’t seem to notice as you quickly pull away, preoccupied with your own blush, “oh my goodness! I’m so sorry! I should’ve asked before doing that! I was just so caught up in the moment and forgot to ask.”

“It’s okay,” Loki says, hoping his voice doesn’t sound strained.

You tilt your head to the side cutely, “yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

Loki smiles, “it was like back when we were young. You flick my head when you’re annoyed and then lean in to kiss it better because you feel bad about flicking me in the first place.”

“Gosh,” you pout, “you make me sound bipolar.”

“I mean, if the shoe fits~”

“Julian!”

“Sorry,” he flashes you an unapologetic smile.

“Well anyways, thanks for walking back with me.”

“No problem.”

The bright lights of the hotel glow in the distance. The idle chatter of the city distracts you while Loki finds himself hating the fast walking pace he had initially set wishing to have walked with you for a little longer. You yourself also have a tendency to walk faster than normal and Loki’s always liked that about you but right now finds himself wishing the two of you had for once chosen to take your time. That you had stopped to admire the roses for a moment and appreciate the moment you lived in rather than charging forward without a second thought.

But, Loki supposes, there’s always something that must be sacrificed if one hopes to achieve greatness.

He brushes the back of his hand against yours which causes you to turn to him.

He thinks that maybe, right now, he’ll allow himself a moment of reprieve. Even if it might lead to nothing. The words slip from his mouth before they can even form in his mind.

“By the way,” Loki cleared his throat, watching you with a serious look on his face as he walked you back home, “I think I love you.”

Fall in love with someone you haven’t seen in awhile.

---

Him: There’s no universe or timeline where I don’t love you.

[sgiandubh]

Whereabouts

Instead of hijacking @wildfernflower's excellent reblog of this post (https://www.tumblr.com/bat-cat-reader/728749633773404160/cait-looks-hot-happy-and-content-both-her?source=share), I decided to write my own.

But first, I have to quote @wildfernflower, because she is damn right:

'There is a lot of time in his life, far away from his socials, filled with stuff we'll never know about. People read his post one day, learn what he's currently doing or where he currently is (or rather where he wants people to think he is), they're impatiently waiting for the next post that comes e.g. in 2 or 3 days, and have an illusion nothing happened in between. They put these posts one after another on a fictious Sam’s timeline they create in their minds. In reality, these 2-3 days in between is a significant time gap, yet it miraculously disappears.'

You might find me insolent, but: this whereabouts obsession is one of the original sins of this fandom. Where are they right now? And with whom? Alone? Together? When did he/she went online last time, in which time zone and to do exactly what?

Let's face it: we wouldn't do that with our best friends IRL, perhaps and I would not do that with SO or my child(ren) if I had that privilege, which I don't. I remember my mother calling me at 7AM on a Sunday with that question and I also remember my very insolent answer - she understood very quickly it was not a good idea and never tried it again. So while I can see why this online timelines game was cute at the start, I can't, for the life of me, understand why it still apparently is a big deal and why some keep on playing it on behalf of two strangers? Especially when they know, by now, everything he posts is either a) advertising of his own projects and b) latergrams and also that she was never an enthusiastic poster (oh, yes: the banter - that is, I am afraid, long over, now).

This is the surest way to feed a never ending obsessive cycle and this is way above and beyond fandom behavior. This is also why I think timelines always have an agenda, especially when they pretend to explain a context in all its complexity, to a very thirsty and easily bored audience.

Take for example what Miss Marple called The Zanzibar Saga. At least fifty pages of multimedia content, with an almost frame-by-frame découpage and the proper identification of about 20% of the people on that damn boat. All of this in order to cover events that probably unfolded in the space of eight to ten hours tops of a single day.

In which world is this normal and in which legal system is this not stalking? Why is this happening: to feed the Fandom Beast or to further discredit a B-list actor, allowing all sorts of innuendoes, among which the a) high-functioning alcoholic, b) cheap womanizer and c) closeted gay are all 'possible', depending on each faction's (not fraction, Geachte mevrouw: that's algebra) POV? How is that evidence of anything else than an inordinate, obsessive and somewhat worrisome interest for that person?

This is OL. Not The Truman Show:

PS: In case you wonder, I will always stand up if what I consider to be red lines are being crossed, no matter who the person (cast or blogger) is. Yesterday/early morning today (timezones) it happened again and while I admit my reaction was uncharacteristically strong, so was the troll's message.

Next time, it could be anyone of us. Think about it. And next time, I will stand up again in solidarity, no matter who you are or what your shipper/believer take on SC is. And no, I do not expect anyone to do the same for me. It's not how these things work.

[thetorturedpoetheadquarters]

But Daddy I Love Him Title Analysis

Lyric Similarities:

"My daddy's gonna show you how sorry you'll be" - Picture To Burn

"And our daddies used to joke about the two of us" - Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

"And my daddy said, 'stay away from Juliet'" - Love Story

"And Daddy's smart and you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world" - The Best Day

"Talking about your daddy's farm we were gonna buy someday / Talking about your daddy's farm and you were gonna marry me" - We Were Happy

"Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen" - No Body, No Crime

The song title is a direct quote from Disney’s The Little Mermaid which came out in 1989.

Synopsis: “A mermaid princess makes a Faustian bargain in an attempt to become human and win a prince's love.” aka Ariel gives up her voice to be with the one she loves.

Ariel is 16 in the movie and Taylor has referenced that age multiple times:

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see” - Mary's Song (Oh My My My)

“I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen, lost in a film scene” - Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince

“Teal was the color of your shirt when you were sixteen at the yogurt shop” - invisible string

“Secret jokes all alone, no one’s home, sixteen and wild” - All Of The Girls You've Loved Before

There is another quote from The Little Mermaid that is very reminiscent of cardigan.

The Little Mermaid: "Teenagers. They think they know everything.” cardigan: "When you are young they assume you know nothing"

Taylor has previously dressed up as Ariel at a 2019 New Year's Eve party where they had to dress up as their childhood heroes.

As TTPD promo, she has been hiding words in old songs. The first word is "hereby" which can also be seen in the contract Ariel signs.

Some people think Harry Styles has something to do with the song due to the fact that Harry wore a shirt with the same Little Mermaid quote back in 2020.

(We would need to know the time the song was written to know for sure because currently it just looks like a coincidence. Taylor has only stated a timeline of 2022-2023 for these songs. But as of 4/15 there are no signs.)

[raayllum]

thought it was time for an update so:

show quotes

hey sad prince. let’s go get your cube.

rayla is kind and good. she’s fast, fearless, strong—

it means i trust her. unconditionally.

come get some rest.

i don’t care if you’re crying, i’m here with you.

i can’t lose you like this, you mean too much to me.

that was brave, rayla.

i waited too long. i hope you know—i know.

good thinking with aspiro.

you’ve got to stay with me!

but would it be okay, maybe, if i stay? and we just... don't talk?

rayla is selfless, strong, and caring.

i'm glad we can be here together, looking at the stars.

she’s not a fool.

so are you two, like—did-did i interrupt something? between you and—

i’m afraid of hurting him.

i left without him because i couldn't bear to put him in danger.

if you say so, mage.

so, two primal sources. now you're just getting greedy mister mage.

you are so…

i left him alone. i shouldn't have—rayla, don't.

it's a bridge between our two worlds. and now here we are, crossing it together.

callum, are you okay?

rayla, are you okay? rayla, it's okay.

i wasn’t sure if you guys needed two blankets or just one?

just remember me, okay?

i'm so glad you're here. we need to talk.

i'm so happy to see you again, callum.

rayla, if today is our last day… i want you to know—

strong relationships need honesty. the full truth.

but not everything has changed. i would do anything for you.

he’s smart and kind and brave and he’s… 

oh, i get it. kind of a secret forbidden romance situation?

i know that face. it’s the dumb idea face.

the moon ones are the prettiest. yeah, i think so too.

see, you know you’re amazing. you’re smart and fast and beautiful.

you look nice, callum.

we can help them. rayla, we can undo this spell.

but no more detours. or heartfelt speeches.

if you die out there, i swear i’ll kill you!

you still love her, don't you?

i want to show you everything!

when you care about someone it’s hard to hurt them, even when what you’re telling them is the truth.

but i think - i know i can trust you to help me carry this.

i thought you’d like them!

yup, i draw when i’m upset.

that's the dark magic you want. just... just let her go.

he’s noble, and true.

that’s what makes her a hero. that’s what makes her… rayla.

she's not 'the elf'. she's rayla.

just hold onto me.

you okay?

when you left, it hurt him bad. real bad. he was miserable.

you’ll get through this, you big dumb human.

amazing idea! i'll try it.

i do trust you.

i’ve been thinking about something someone once told me […] you did.

what is he doing to you? let him go!

say the word and i’ll go back into that tower with you.

rayla, i love you.

my friend. my best friend.

thank you.

then take another path, dummy.

thanks for humouring me, rayla.

hold on rayla!

no, not at all. but i enjoyed it. 

we should decide together.

together.

we had something so special.

listen to me! rayla doesn’t deserve this!

no, i meant what i said. you don't need to explain or justify anything to me. you can tell me when you're ready.

but then you spread your wings, and you saved me.

are you doing alright?

rayla, i... need you.

all that talk about how love makes you stronger, but the second you see that elf girl in danger, you completely lost yourself.

i’ll catch you!

because you’re with a girl?

rayla, you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met.

it doesn’t matter what you did before. i just want you to be okay again. 

i'm so glad that you came back!

to love is simply to know this: the tides are true as the ocean is deep.

cause i love you, rayla. i really do.

i need you to kill me.

i need you to push me.

i believe in you.

we’re gonna be okay. 

when she came back, i was so happy, and so mad at the same time. i wish i could just forgive her.

maybe so. ask your next question. 

and then you called me a mage, and that felt right.

wait. you’ll want to see this.

cause i don't think i can do it without him.

well, i'm glad you liked it.

rayla, are you okay?

i love you, too, callum.

she's alive. and wherever she is, she loves you too.

you don't have to die.

novel quotes

and for some reason she found she wanted to share what she had seen with callum, even if she didn’t tell anyone else.

“No, this is not your fault,” Callum said. He couldn’t let Rayla carry that burden alone. 

he’d been so focused on his drawing the hadn’t even noticed her looming over him. this foggy-brained behaviour was not good. he had to be more aware of his surroundings. he shook his head as he looked back down at his drawing. oh no! he’d been drawing the elf! 

but callum lingered. “are you okay?”

It was a tall order, to stand up when nobody else would. But he owed it to his stepfather - and to Rayla.

rayla met callum’s gaze and held it for a long while, as if trying to decide what to say.

Callum was suddenly struck by an intense wave of gratitude. He’d never met anyone as brave as Rayla. How did he get so lucky as to be her friend?

callum watched rayla in the early morning light through half open eyes.

Callum stared after her. He wished she didn’t have to keep risking her life for them like this.

“you’re a talented artist.”

 Rayla was now one of the best friends Callum had ever had.

he felt a hot blush creep from the bottom of his neck to the top of his forehead. why did he keep embarrassing himself in front of her?

rayla wondered if callum could see in her eyes that yes, everything was wrong

“I’ll follow your lead,” Callum said to Rayla.

“look… rayla,” he said, feeling the still unfamiliar name on his lips.

he couldn’t let rayla carry that burden alone.

despite herself, rayla grinned.

It was one thing for him to do the thing (the jerkface dance) at home… but in front of their new friends? In front of Rayla?

Callum gulped. Rayla’s thin, strong arms wrapped around him meant everything. He smiled and hugged her back.

Could he really bring himself to go through with his plan? What if he didn’t succeed? What if he compromised his beliefs and it all ended up being for nothing? […] But her blade bounced off with a clang, sparks flying. She reeled back and tried again. Nothing happened. She was in trouble. 

additional material quotes

i couldn’t lose you.

a young, talented, dorky mage, but like, cute dorky.

but the second it seems like you’re in danger, i’m jumping in after you.

[my character] cannot help but look at her.

stay away from him!

how long have you two been a thing?

when i woke up, i saw that rayla had been watching over me the whole time. that made me happy. and something else made me happy too: i finally understood the sky arcanum.

that’s… poetic, callum. 

i trust you. and you’re right.

you’re doing great!

i thought you’d make a cute face — but it’s more of a uh, angry cute.

you know i’m always here for you, right?

that’s not cheesy at all, callum. magic is love!

so i know this was supposed to be a family call, is it okay if rayla joins?

i’m not going to risk both of us. 

come here, dummy.

i let you jump into the nexus alone and i knew right away i made the biggest mistake of my life. i could have lost you.

a mysterious elven assassin with two beautiful blades to match [her] two beautiful eyes.

i never want to lose you either. i love you, callum.

i felt stupid for risking my life — and zym’s — but rayla made me feel better, like she always does.

viren has taken away everyone i love — except you.

i love you, too.

but you're basically my best friend. i wouldn't let anything happen to you, no matter what it took.

TDP shorts quotes

"It was the night everything changed. The night we found Zym’s egg, right over there! And it was the night I met—”

And beyond the Border, a warm castle, and a mage—

But I can’t let you stop me, Callum. No matter how much I want to.

It still hurt. She was still gone, and Callum had no idea if she’d ever come back.

He was barely taller than Rayla herself, and couldn’t have been older than—what would he look like now, she wondered? Nearly two years older, a few inches taller—

You’re smiling in your sleep, Callum. You look so cute when you do that. I hope that maybe it’s because you’re dreaming of me.

Callum shook his head. He couldn’t think about her. Not now.

She shut the voice out. Rayla would not humor his haunting. Not today. Not now. 

Humans were frustrating. Humans were clever. Humans could do anything, they could be anything, they could take their own fates and change them—

It was impossible to say her name out loud. Rayla.

And in the crowd behind him, a flash of red. A scarf. For a moment Rayla was somewhere else, far away and safe and warm, following that red scarf instead of turning her back on it—

I have to. I love you too much not to.

I wish I could say that we will see each other again, but I don’t know if we will. I hope so.

She remembered the numbness in her own body, knowing he’d die a violent death at the base of the Storm Spire, and she would quickly follow—until a pair of wings closed around her, saving her, holding her—

I’m carrying it with me! Always. I love you. I love you so much.

"Who are you?" Rayla balked at her. It was an awful question. She wasn’t an assassin, she wasn’t an elf of the Silvergrove, she wasn’t anything at all, she was just—“Rayla.” That voice again. Rayla pushed away, trying to focus on Redfeather. “I’m—” “—selfless, strong, and caring—” He persisted, as he always did, and his voice took her far, far away. She could still see it: the stars of the desert gleaming above her and in his eyes. “—that’s what makes her a hero. That’s what makes her—” “Rayla,” she said, meeting Redfeather’s gaze. “My name is Rayla. And I’m going home.”

[imaginefan]

The New Baby *Part 4*

All Platonic Relationship Characters involved or mentions are - Asher (OC), Jayleen (OC), Hope Mikaelson, Jodie Saltzman, Lizzie Saltzman, Klaus Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce, Damon Salvatore and Jeremy Gilbert.

Word Count: 1015

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Original Request

*Part 3*

No one had expected your death and everyone was hit hard, you had been protecting the twins, Katherine had come to Mystic Falls to visit your grave cry. She hadn’t expected to see anyone but ended up running into Damon who was placing flowers on your grave, they spoke for a while and finally agreed that she was allowed to see the twins considering they needed all the family that they could get. For the first couple of months they didn’t hear anything from Klaus either, he chose to mourn your death on his own only reappearing when the twins or specifically when Asher was in danger as the first born, however much like any other danger it passed.

The twins themselves had always struggled with your death. They were still young when you died, only three, Jay had taken a quieter approach to her grieving receding into herself, she didn’t speak to anyone apart from Asher, who took a more aggressive and angry approach to grieving. For a long time they were on their own only because they chose to be, Jay was the first to let Damon back in Asher following suit, then Stefan and finally Kathrine and Klaus. Jeremy was there but after a few years he found someone else, someone that he wanted to settle down with.

It took about 10 years before the twins had friends of their own age, with the supernatural school finally in place, they attended with Hope, Lizzie and Jo. They seemed to be getting on well unfortunately on the 13th anniversary of your passing Jeremy decided that he was going to tell them both something.

“I needed to talk to both of you.” Jeremy said as he looked at them, they were both sitting on the beds in the room that they shared as they waited for him to tell them what he needed to. “What?” Asher asked, he was far less forgiving of Jeremy, feeling abandoned by his father, all of his grandparents coming to the rescue. “It’s about Jessica.” Jeremy said. “Honestly I don’t want to talk about your new girlfriend.” Asher said as he leant back against the headboard of the bed. “Fiancée.” He corrected. “Excuse me?” Asher asked. “Fiancée.” Jeremy repeated. “So what do you expect me to call her mum and play happy family every holiday?” Asher asked. “Not gonna happen.” “Do you want to hear why we’re getting married?” Jeremy asked. “Because you love her or something?” Asher asked, putting air quotes around the word ‘love’. “I do love her but there’s another reason.” Jeremy answered. “She's pregnant.” “Oh so you’ll marry her but you wouldn’t marry mum?” Asher asked. “Asher, that was different.” Jeremy argued, Asher sat up, his feet falling to the floor as he stood. “Honestly I could care less that you are having a baby or getting married, I don’t want anything to do with it so if you don’t mind will you kindly leave me the fuck alone.” Asher said before disappearing from the room. “You couldn’t have picked a better day for this?” Jay asked. “You know what this day means to him and yet you would tell him that you are moving on and you expect him to do the same.” “That’s not-” “No it’s not what you meant but that’s what he heard.” Jay sighed before standing up and walking out of the room to find her brother.

Asher found himself at your grave as he always did on the anniversary of your death, he’s cry, tell you everything that he had achieve that year and even brought Hope Lizzie and Jo to see you one year, they had all asked to come pretending that they were there for Jay but they had come for him to, he knew that but he couldn’t bring himself to thank them. “Do you know what he said to me today?” Asher asked, the silence that answered him was no unfamiliar “he said that he’s getting married and she’s pregnant, I think he was hoping that we would be happy for him but I was just angry because somehow after everything he still manage to come out on top, like he did every other time, you looked after us when we were younger and he was able to do whatever he wanted, he only ever looked after us when he wanted to and he’s the one that gets to move on while rest of us are still hurting.” Asher wanted to be able to see a picture of you without feeling angry or like he wanted to cry. “You know with all of the friends that I’ve made I shouldn’t feel this way, I don’t feel as lonely as I was before but you're still not here and I can’t bring you back, no one can.” “Your right no one can bring her back so we have to live for her.” Jay said as she sat in front of him. “Mum wanted us to live so the best thing that we can do for her past bringing her back is living the way that she wanted and showing her everything that we can become.” “What if we don’t do what she wanted?” He asked. “I think we have, you know, making friends that would do anything for us and we would do anything for, you know I think that if we never did anything for the rest of our lives she’d be proud as long as we were happy.” Jay explained as her eyes moved over to the girls that you’d say were your closest friends each of them taking a seat so that you were making a semi circle around the grave. “We’ll stick together no matter what.” Hope said “you can rely on us.” “We promise.” Josie said. “Always.” Lizzie added. “Thanks guys.” Asher said softly and while he knew that it was still going to be a long time before he was okay, he had the perfect people around him to make sure that it happened in and out of the school.

Requests and general question!

[harrywavycurly]

Hey Sarah! Love your work💕 can I ask for fiancé Eddie and the reader talking wedding stuff? Thank you in advance!!

Hiii babes!!! Awe you’re so sweet! I loved doing this, kinda made it where you’re a bit overwhelmed and also just random fluff so I hope you enjoy it!🥹💖

-this is you and fiancé Eddie from the texting series-

*You’re overwhelmed but have no fear your fiancé Eddie is here also you drop his petname in public*

“Gold or white?” “Uhh whatever you like baby.” “Eddie…just pick gold or white?” “It’s a tablecloth they both look nice…for tablecloths.” “I can’t do this.” “Can’t do what?” “This! I can’t pick everything myself it’s too much I just…I need your help so please just pick gold or white?” “I’m sorry sweetheart. I uh..let’s see…yeah I like the white it will look nice.” “Thank you.”

“Those look pretty. Is this for like the center of the table?” “Yes these are the centerpieces. You said you liked white flowers with some greenery since we are getting married at Lover’s Lake it’ll help bring it all together.” “I did say that huh? I am good at this whole wedding planing thing.” “Yup your new title is Eddie Munson the wedding planner.” “Has a nice ring to it. But what do you think? Are you happy with them?” “I love them. I think it’s going to be so pretty.” “You want candles on the tables as well right?” “Yes the fake ones. I don’t need Dustin or Lucas setting anything on fire.” “Smart choice.”

“Are you done with your vows?” “What vows?” “Eddie…our wedding vows.” “We have to come up with our own?” “You told me you wanted to write them? Have you not started?” “I thought we like get told what to say to each other?” “If that’s what you want that’s fine we don’t need to write our own vows if you don’t want to.” “No no I can write my own. Just know my goal is to make you ugly cry.” “Same.” “Wait what? Did you say same?” “Yes. You’re totally going to cry when I read mine to you.” “You’re done with yours?” “Yes. I’ve been done for a few weeks.” “Overachiever…” “I might have even snuck in a lord of the rings quote.” “You’re fucking with me.” “You’ll just have to wait and find out.” “If you talk Tolkien to me on our wedding day I won’t survive.” “You’ll be fine…where are you going?” “I’ve got work to do…who’s that author that writes those sexy time books you read? I can’t find that one about Drake on your shelf” “Edward Munson you can not quote a romance novel in your wedding vows.” “Says who?”

“Baby please don’t make me try another one.” “This is the last one and I think it’s the winner.” “Baby…we have tried six different cakes and I’m going to be honest they are all starting to taste the same.” “Please honeybuns just one more bite.” “God you just haaddd to call me that didn’t you?” “Pleaseeee.” “You’re not playing fair baby….fine this is the last one or I will literally explode.” “Have…have you been eating the whole slice for every flavor?” “Uh..yes?” “Eddie! You just need to take a bite not eat the whole slice.” “You tell me this now? After I’ve eaten six pieces of cake…” “I’m sorry…but what did you think of the last one?” “I liked it. I agree it’s the winner.” “Did we just pick a wedding cake?” “I think…yeah I think we did.” “Holy shit.” “I think by the time our wedding rolls around I’ll finally be able to look at cake and not feel sick.” “I’m sorry…I should’ve told you about the one bite rule.” “You’re so lucky I’m madly in love with you.”

“What’s got you so tense princess?” “Marrying you.” “Oh yeah? Marrying me is making you tense?” “Yes it’s stressful and you know I hold my stress in my shoulders.” “Let’s see what I can do about that okay?” “Ohh how many guests did we agree on? Twenty?” “Do we need guests? We could make it a private ceremony and just have it be the two of us…how’s that feel baby?” “Feels good…your hands are a little cold. But really Eddie was it twenty or twenty five?” “Sorry sweetheart let me just warm them up really quick…uh I’d say start at twenty and the max is twenty five? Neither of us has a lot of family to invite it’s mainly friends.” “You have magic hands has anyone ever told you that?” “Just you princess. What’s next on the list hmm? Let’s keep going. “Uh is Dustin your best man?” “No, he was an option but I uh…I asked Wayne.” “Did he tell you no because he’s my man of honor?” “He did tell me you had asked him first but uh…yeah he said yes. He’s just happy to be included really.” “As if he had a choice. He’s standing beside us when we get married even if he doesn’t want to.” “Pretty sure that’s why he made it easy and just said yes.” “The two of you are going to be blubbering messes.” “Hey! The Munson men are just emotional okay? We can’t help it.”